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<br><br>Powells mountain, around 2700 feet<br><br><br>Feeling a bit discouraged again. It seems like every time i start to really feel good about what im doing and enjoy myself, that very day something goes wrong to punish me. Almost like i was complacent and there is a price. <br><br>I had a good weekend at my sisters, and came back home. Stopped at a scenic overlook to enjoy some nice views above. I went to the local krogers and grabbed a couple redbox movies and some food to eat while i watched them. The food was really good and i was surprised how much they gave me. <br><br>
<br><br>Like i normally do i went to park at my work and get a nap before work. I do this most days, the security guard knows the deal and is ok with it. I was sleeping good when i got the real knock this time, it was the cops. <br><br>
<br>(This pic was from a couple weeks ago at a pilot, ironically i awoke to find this cruiser and about too more off frame right behind my van. Never said anything to me though.)<br><br>Private land, no ordinances, and i know the property owner didn't call them, but here they were. A state cop and a local cop, whom im sure has seen me a dozen times as i lived about 1 block down from his station for a year. <br><br>"What are you doing there?" Getting a nap, i go to work right here in about an hour.<br>"Where do you work?" Right there, at the motel. (about 50 feet away).<br><br>They have both have already looked inside the van (i came out the slider) with thier little flashy lights. I was just absently leaning on the door frame, but i was obscuring thier view which prompted the state cop:<br><br>"You got something in there you don't want us to see?" Oh no, see? (i move out the way, they already seen inside anyway).<br><br>The local cop asks "You live in your van?" No, i live with my sister but come down here to work. I sleep in the van. <br><br>"I see your socks hanging there (on a bungie)." My sister's place is all muddy from this rain.<br><br>I ask if every things alright then...? "We just saw your door was cracked (slider was cracked about 6 inches...since im pretty much allowed to be there i do this all the time for air), and wanted to check what was going on." I'm mentally kicking myself here...can't let your guard down ever. <br><br>The state cop walks around looking in my front window with his light then says something i cant hear to the county cop, and they go to leave. I tell them thanks for checking on me, in my best "I'm totally thinking this isn't a bad thing and you are the good guys" voice.<br><br>"Alright, you can go ahead back to sleep." (like hell...right?)<br><br>Now,, it wasn't the worst exchange. All and all they were very cool cops, except maybe the something to hide sort of remark. But it just bothers me greatly. Everytime in the past i was happy like this i get a knock from someone. Every time i get a knock i lose options on where to stay. There is no way i can sleep at the park and ride now (state property). Ive been 'marked'. I'm hoping my cooperative attitude has lead that mark to be something like "Oh i checked him out before he seems harmless", but I don't know that, and that can change at any time. <br><br>I am very fortunate they didn't roll on me with lights flashing, as the owners of my motel would get wind and while they may not normally care that i was there, any sort of 'trouble' would result in immediate problems for me. If they make things too tough on me, im gonna have to make the decision to find work elsewhere and move on or keep my job and go back to living in a house. I hope it doesn't come to this, ive just started saving a few dollars, which was the initial point here.