I’m a trespasser. I was homeless and living out of my backpack in a little place called Pope Valley. I set up my tent just the other side of a gate with a sign that said no trespassing.
The old couple came to the property and found me one night. I couldn’t go because by the time I woke up they had already called the police. The only thing I heard him say was, “now I can’t go to the party.”
I don’t exactly remember what happened to me after that. It was in 1993. I think I need help with this issue because I am having a problem. I can’t seem to make it to the party.
45 PERCENT 