from a dealership and drove it to Asheville, not realizing the brakes were bad. I returned the car for repairs and then drove it to Goldsboro. Half way to Goldsboro I discovered I had no brakes. I slowed my speed and drove the remainder of the way until reaching the stop light at the roundabout, at which time I down shifted the car and slowed the vehicle to ease to a halt. The light turned green just before I needed to stop completely and so I proceeded through the light passed the roundabout and pulled into a station. As it was closing time, I left the car and went to my apartment in the old Hotel. The next morning I returned to the station, at which time the serviceman reported that the brake line was loose and it was a simple matter of tightening the nut that secured the line.
I did not even realize that upon arriving in Goldsboro to live, that the car was nearly identical to Helen Spear’s vehicle, who I had met in the psychiatric hospital just a few years before.
Just a few days ago I recollected that the brakes on the white mustang gave out on me in 1975, which Rupert repaired for me. Then, it was getting into such disrepair that I traded it in for a new one. The door on the driver’s side fell off and had to be replaced and never got painted before I traded it in.
I suspect that the hand brake in the white carriage worked loose and the carriage rolled down the road and ran over someone or someone’s dolly…or someone crashed into the roundabout.
I remained in the Apartment until March. There was an argument about overpaid rent due me which I never got back. I was drawing some of the time while I was there. I went to stay at another hotel for the night. I was basically homeless, sleeping in my car, until I met up with a friend in Raleigh in June of 1992. He hooked me up with someone who rented me a room. I was there for twoo weeks when I was overcome with paranoia and then left and went to Virginia for a few days. This was in October of 1992.
Upon returning from Virginia, I drove back to Goldsboro and stayed with Helen for a few nights and then left. Upon leaving I was stopped by the police and arrested and put in jail. My inspection had run out on the car, which I had borrowed money on prior to going to VA. I was on my way to Washington, NC to pay on the loan. I spent the night in jail with a $400.00 dollar bond, that was all the money I had in my pocket. After getting out I conversed with the woman about my car loan and she claimed she had to have the full amount of the loan. I did not have the full amount. I then went to my cousin’s and from there to Raleigh to the Camel 24 Club where I met Skinner. He invited me to go to the beach with him. This was in December of 1992.
In 1993 I returned to Engelhard where I met with resistance over some personal matters. I was put in jail over night and the next day took a bus trip to Raleigh, NC again. I went to the hospital and then stayed at the workhouse. I was thrown out of the workhouse over a frivolous matter. I was homeless again and found myself wondering the streets for several months, eating occasionally at the pancake house but mostly at the soup kitchen. I was also frequenting the Women’s Center. I ran into an old acquaintance who caused me to get arrested and I spent two months in jail. I got out and got back and finally got back into the shelter for a short time and was able to procure a room on Woodburn Road in Raleigh. I had a homemade drawing table that I used and was drawing occasionally. Again I was over come with paranoia putting a picture I drew up over the window in my room. I found myself not eating much for lack of money and hocked some of my drawings for cash, temporarily. On one occasion I had to walk to the Episcopal Church in Raleigh to get food.
Of course there are lots of details documented that I have not put down here.
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