I plan on renting a post office box in the near future, in the meantime, I have nowhere to send my mail because I’m homeless. I found out that the James A. Farley post office in New York City has a special address for homeless people to have their mail sent there for free. If you are needing a place to have your mail sent and are homeless like me, make sure to visit the post office first and find out all the particulars. I haven’t gone through with it yet. I have a check on the way from an insurance company. I purchased something on Amazon.com, it broke and the insurance company said they have to mail me a check. I asked if they could send the money electronically and they said no. We will see how it works out. The post office I’m writing about it located across the street from Penn Station.
We are all connected. Treat others the way you want to be treated. What goes around comes around. Sometimes people don’t flush public toilets. I get it, sometimes you’re in a rush or it’s a dirty toilet.
When you show up to a public toilet and the person before you didn’t flush it’s gross. Don’t leave it like that for other people.
You can put toilet paper or paper towel over your hand so you don’t have to touch the flusher directly. Also, make sure to wash your hands on the way out.
Sometimes I’m lazy and I’ll start turning to walk out of the bathroom after using the urinal. I will say everything to myself that I just wrote. Then I will turn around and flush.
It can be dirty enough using public toilets in the first place. Don’t make it more unpleasant than it has to be for the next person. Sometimes I’ll walk into a public bathroom and I’ll see a few of the toilets where people didn’t flush. I’ll go to each one and flush it.
I’m a college student. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t party. I don’t have a criminal record. For the past few days, it’s been freezing in New York City. Usually, I sleep in chairs on subway platforms in Midtown Manhattan. When most subway stations are too cold, I’ll sleep sitting up on the steps inside the Grand Central subway or other subway stations in Midtown. When the Police say move, I move. Tonight for some reason, they wrote me tickets.
After sleeping on the steps inside Grand Central Station for a few hours, I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I walked outside and went to the bathroom. When I was going back into the Grand Central subway station, I swiped the unlimited MetroCard that my college provides for me.
The card said just used. I had not used the card for hours. I don’t understand how it said just used. I was cold, and I just woke up after sleeping on steps.
I jumped the turnstile. In retrospect, I should have asked the person who worked in the subway to let me in.
A minute or two later, two transit cops stopped me. They said they were from NYPD Transit District 4. They wrote me a ticket for sleeping on the steps, and they wrote me a ticket for jumping the turnstile.
I don’t understand why they didn’t write me the ticket for sleeping on the steps until after coming back in. What if I didn’t go back to Grand Central Station after going to the bathroom outside?
I told the Police officers that I have an unlimited MetroCard, and it didn’t work. One of the Police officers took my MetroCard and walked off with it. He came back and said it was used before I walked outside to go to the bathroom.
I don’t understand how that is possible because I was sleeping. I was inside Grand Central Station for hours.
In addition to sleeping, I used the subway station’s free Wi-Fi. Currently, I’m an A student at a CUNY school. One more A, and I’m on the Dean’s List.
Then one last thing happened I want to mention. I pulled out my CUNY (current, not expired) school ID. The Police officer didn’t want my CUNY ID.
He wanted to write me up using my welfare ID from HRA (New York City public assistance). That is why I suspect the whole thing was another scam from the NYPD.
The NYPD doesn’t want to paint the picture of me as a college student with an unlimited Metrocard from school. They want to paint the picture of me as a homeless person, jumping the turnstile and blocking the steps.
People I know from New York pay the NYPD to torture me. They have women try to set me up for leering and stalking. They have women and men try and pick fights with me all the time. They have written me thousands of dollars in tickets.