In a very recent previous blog post I wrote about how I recently moved into a low rent apartment in Dickinson, North Dakota. Among the things that I described, I wrote about the drug activity in the apartment building where I live. I didn’t describe everything, I left some things out.
About one week ago, very early on a Sunday morning, I saw a red haired young lady between about 16 years old to 24 years old walking down the sidewalk in the neighborhood where I now live, carrying one piece of luggage. It looked to me like she had just been kicked out of wherever she had been living. I was riding my bicycle, and I wanted to ask her “What’s going on?”, but I saw that there were two police cars parked where she had just come from. I could guess what was going on, she had probably just been forcibly removed from where she had been living.
I really don’t need to become involved with a mentally ill, drug addicted young lady, who someone else could not handle. I don’t need to be stabbed in my sleep, have my wallet stolen, and my vehicle stolen. This is about the second or third time recently that I have seen young women get kicked out onto the street in my neighborhood, with nothing except a small piece of luggage.
This evening, as I was working on something out at my vehicle, I noticed a person with a backpack walking down the street. When they were on the sidewalk across the street from me, they asked me if I was from Idaho, what part of Idaho, and if I was going back to Idaho. The person was kind of hard to understand. It was a fairly young person, and a female. This person was kind of mixed up, and I could tell that things were not right with this person.
I was getting ready to go to the grocery store, but I decided to ask this person if they wanted a ride. I asked the person, and they said O.K. This person got in my vehicle. She was anywhere from 17 to 28 years old, I couldn’t really tell. She was about 5′-9″, and 100 lbs. I could tell from the smell of this person, that she was homeless. It was not the smell of body odor, but the smell of garbage.
I told her that I was just going to go to McDonalds or Wendy’s, did she want anything. She said that she didn’t have any money. She was trying to be polite and apologetic. I said that that was O.K. As I was driving north and chatting with her, I asked her if she was homeless and she said that she was. I explained to her that there were several women’s shelters in Dickinson, that after she ate, I could telephone a shelter if she wanted me to. She asked me what the shelters were like, and I told her that I thought they were pretty nice.
She was very, very pretty, even though I was guessing that she hadn’t bathed or changed clothes in a week. That is saying something about having natural beauty, sleeping in a dumpster and still being very good looking. It had been raining pretty hard the last couple of days, and I think that she smelled like garbage because she had been sleeping in a dumpster.
Mentally, she was very messed up. I didn’t know if she was currently high, if drugs had ruined her mind, or if she had always been mentally messed up from birth. I started to believe that most of her mental problems were drug related because she seemed to be street smart and have street survival instincts. I began to think that she was at least 20 years old, but probably not older than 26.
She did not want to be taken to a women’s shelter. I think this was because she had outstanding warrants, and she wanted to continue to use drugs. I offered to take her to a young lady that I know who went through everything she was going through, homelessness and drug addiction, who completed rehab and was O.K. now, but she didn’t want me to take her there either.
We went through the drive thru at Wendys and we each got something to eat. I talked to her some more and offered her a couple more suggestions. She just wanted to continue to sleep in the bushes she said.
I dropped her off right back where we started from, and I gave her $10 and my black hooded sweatshirt. Two drug user/drug dealer guys who recently got kicked out of their apartment in the building where I live were parked right behind me. This homeless young lady got out of my vehicle, and she started trying to talk to them, I figured that she would, I suppose to try to get drugs. They didn’t want to have anything to do with her, at the moment.
I don’t think that this young lady will ever be O.K. Any involvement that I have with her will or could lead to me getting charged with possession of drugs/drug paraphernalia from her being in my vehicle, or theft of my wallet, money, credit cards, checks, laptops, firearms, equipment, vehicles, or me getting stabbed, or me getting HIV, hepatitis, or some other disease. However, you must remember, there is a shortage of women in Dickinson, and a scarcity of attractive women.