guess my life can be classed as a total failure I am the first person to admit
that my life to date has not been a bed of roses. I have broken the law almost
more times than most people have had hot dinners.
in my life that I will probably break the law again and will probably do so for
the rest of my life, not that I am complaining I learnt a long time ago to take
responsibility for my actions and nobody else's.
on the streets is not what most people think it is, most "normal people"
that I talk to have a very misconstrued conception of who a streetie is and what
they do and how they live, which is why most homeless people don't have a lot
of daily contact with "normal people," I use the term normal people
to refer to people who have never lived on the street and don't know anybody who
I hope that by sharing my story it will help people
who don't understand the life of a streetie and that they will at least learn
about the human who is underneath all the dirt and the bad manners, the same human
who most people would rather not be seen talking to even if it means crossing
the road when they see them in the street.
life is mostly a blur, I only remember the bits that really had an impact on me,
mostly the violence and the neglect that was a daily way of life for me until
I got hurt real bad and decided that I would be better of anywhere else as long
as it wasn't here. I remember at the time that I didn't hate the people that were
hurting me I just didn't know why I was getting hurt and I was afraid, very afraid.
It was just after my sixth birthday and at
the time I thought I had only sprained my wrist real bad and my breathing would
return to normal soon and I would be okay. I just knew that I wasn't going to
that house ever again if they found me I would get even more hurt so I had to
make sure that I was never found.
I got a lot of luck when I was found by "Rose " a hooker who worked
Brunswick St. in Fortitude Valley (Brisbane). She found me crying in the gutter
and asked me if I was okay. I remember telling her that I was alright while I
kept my wrist out of sight and hoping that the pain would go away so I could stop
crying but Rose was a bit smarter than that and she kept asking me what was wrong
till I showed her my wrist.
The doctor at
the RBH said that he had never seen a worse set of fractures on a six year old
and that my injuries could have only been caused deliberately. It was this and
my belief that it would only happen again if I went back into foster care which
decided for me that I was better of with Rose who offered me a place to stay if
I ever needed it, and it was in this way that my life on the streets began.
stayed with Rose on and of again for the next three years, during the day I tried
to learn at school and be a normal kid and do normal kid stuff but it was at night
that my real education began. Rose had a regular client named Gary and me and
him got along really well.
He said I reminded
him of his son Derek who he had to another pro who got locked up for drug possession
and armed robbery causing grievous bodily harm. She got eight years and Derek
was placed into care and I guess Gary saw me as the son he never had. It was great,
I would go cruising in Gary's Holden Monaro all night with him and his mates till
I fell asleep and he would drop me of at home.
didn't know at the time that Gary was addicted to heroin and the times that I
was in his car at night him and his mates were cruising around looking for ways
to make money so they could get a fix.
understood why every so often he would stop the car and one or two of the guys
would get out of car open the boot and than disappear for five or ten minutes
and than come running back and put something back in the boot and we would be
I didn't learn why until I was
ten that they were doing break and enters to feed there habits. I was inducted
into the world of crime one night when we were out driving around as usual and
we had pulled up out the front of this place. We had been sitting there for longer
than usual and Gary came back to the car and said he needed me to do something
I was ecstatic, Gary needed my help
and there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him or his mates who all made me feel
like I was one of them, one of the boys.