Living Proof

I was raised in the suburbs north of Atlanta in a comfortable, middle class household. We never had money issues that I was aware of. We went to Disney World every other year. My parents drove nice cars and we lived in a decent house. There was no foreshadowing that I would one day be living on the street, in the woods, shoplifting my dinner and beer from grocery stores. If there wasn’t a grocery store to steal from, I wasn’t above dumpster diving.