memories of my time in Orange County...

today has been a very long day... except for a three hour nap,i have been up for the last thirty nine hours,and for some reason,i am tired,but i am also creative in my thoughts,so i have been up thinking,praying,dancing,and simply remembering my life,in little spurts... the old saying goes:walk a mile in my shoes,and then you will understand my life(paraphrasing it)... i have to say this:i really thank my dearly departed mother for giving me the true passion of life,in writing about memories that no one would believe... one memory that comes to mind happened in Orange County in the winter of 1993-1994:i met this bread salesman,and he used to give me bread and other pastries(day old,of course),every winter morning out of his bread truck,and i will never forget that gentleman... i spent most of the year 1994,in Orange County,except May/early June,walked most of the county,and had a good time... i found out the county/city bus route from Long Beach,to San Bernardino,and guess how much it cost me to go from there to there??? $3.25... Greyhound cost about $25... however,in late July,when my soulmate moved back to Sacramento,i was really miserable,and lonely... in August/September,1994,i got very,very ill,and literally spent four days in bed,after a bout of bronchitis,severe heatstroke,and a 104 degree fever... at that time,it averaged 100+ degrees for that week.. should have been in a hospital bed,so i spent almost every cent that i had on a hotel room,so i was broke,extremely miserable,and lonely... i really remember those miserable days,because i just walked those streets every day,silently crying every night... i remember going up to the drive thru window at a TACO BELL,getting me something to eat about midnight,and then sitting at a bus stop reading "The Stand",by Stephen King,night after night... great book!!! i remember that a Catholic church used to feed the homeless every Sunday,and funny thing is that the food was simply first rate... you ate as much as you wanted,no questions asked!!! i did anything(actually,i did have a few odd jobs,mostly housecleaning,even detailed a car,once)to simply survive back then... i remember sleeping in a National Guard Armory,in Fullerton,every night for six months,on an Army cot... if you had the chance to set up the cots,you took that,anytime,because it detailed emptying a tractor trailer of food every night,so you found out what was on the menu,that night... i also remember one of the last times that i was at the Armory,someone snored so loud that it sounded like an airplane engine was revving,like it was just about to take off... the snoring actually woke up the soldiers... they were very pissed off... i remember spending the night at the Crystal Cathedral,in Garden Grove... you could not fall asleep,but they allowed people to walk the campus,so i did one night... what a memory!!!!