I want you to know that I don't miss the irony here. I am making a documentary about the homeless, and here I am displaced myself. I drove by my place this afternoon to see how the termite tenting was going and realized I needed to use the bathroom. But I couldn't go inside my home. The truck was already there. The gas tanks were there. The house was all locked up.
And I thought to myself -- when my homeless friends need to use the bathroom, and they need to several times each and every day, they also have no place to go.
By Friday I'll have my home back. By Friday, my homeless friends will still be looking for a bathroom.
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