I Checked-In To a New York City Homeless Shelter for Three Months and Here’s What Happened (Part 2)

Arrival at the New Facility

After, what seemed like forever, we arrived at the new homeless shelter in Jamaica, Queens. Strangely enough, it turned out to be a military facility. Out of privacy for the shelter, because it also housed battered women and women victims of domestic violence, I will leave the description of the place as that.

As we walked off the bus, they had us stand on the curb in the cold which was miserably unpleasant. A lady with a clipboard stood in front of us and called out names, making sure everyone who was supposed to be there, was there, and the shady unmarked bus pulled off. After some time, the lady with the clipboard led us into the facility where there was a conveyor belt and security guards

New Morning, New Place, New Rules

The Bunkmates: The Prostitute, the Elderly, the Pregnant Latina and the Schizo

The Fight

The fight between the Jamaican chick and the light-skinned chick over earbuds

Midnight Fire Drills

Working in the Phone Booth

Working in the Library

Crackheads in the Streets

First Date

Dating the African guy. Dumping the African guy.

Looking For An Apartment

Facing racism and disrespect

Charity Interview

Don’t Ever Come Back