I just sat on a crate and conducted a 2-hour interview with Tim- a homeless man on the streets of Sydney and have so much to process and write about with regards to his back-story and the experience of it all. For now, I am most interested in capturing the curious waypoint where this experience has left me- positioned not at all where I expected to be. My experience with Tim has combined with other familiarities and helped me put words on observations I long ag...

I go out for my 9:30AM interview. To date I have used a fictitious name and location for the individual I have been in contact with. My writing has been focused on our interactions and my thoughts and feelings about the experience. He has given permission, as a matter of fact he suggested, that I now write about the life journey that brought him to the street corner upon which he calls home. I am NOT psyched to sit on a crate. I have major concerns about ...

I should have ended the story yesterday. It was all feeling so neatly packaged into a sweet made-for-tv movie. Valerie Bertinelli was going to play me...it might have even inspired an episode of Touched By An Angel. 8:30PM. I stop by to say hi to Tim around 8:30pm. I grab a hotel magazine with stuff that is going on around town- just something for him to read- and stop to buy a $5 power aide thinking some electrolute replacement might be a welcomed thing a...

We give some money and food to some of the other homeless. We encounter one that is actually up on a stool equating to normal adult height. It's a stroking difference in approach. Most are actually physically and symbolically extremely low to the ground. There are 2 guys that assume the begging for mercy position as their normal modus. The kids give one of the prostrated guys money and he slowly looks up at them, and then at me noticing I am watching over ...

I stop by for a short hello. I am empty handed but I know that's ok. A man in a red assisted-walking scooter is sitting chatting with Tim. I say I don't want to interrupt but didn't want to walk by without saying hi. I am invited into the conversation and learn the scooter man is named Jeff, we shake hands. We talk about cyclones filled with red dirt and the Queen, William Penn a bit more and I fail to answer correctly an American trivia quiz. Apparently th...