Mike calls me as I drive into Berkeley this morning.
“Hey, Andrew, it’s Mike, I’m at Highland [hospital]. My heart give out last night, my arm start hurtin’ and I had to go to the ER. They wanna admit me for a few days, but I’ll get out though. They treat me like I’m dying or something, […]
I’m back at school for less than a week when I get a call from Mike — “Hey Drew, I’m in front of the food court. Come see me.”
I’ve collected our gifts for him — gloves, a scarf, AC Transit ride tickets, a Sony boombox, and a 12-pack of D batteries — into a corner of my apartment (thank you, all 9 […]
Lana Choi was at Suitcase Clinic and snapped this photo of Mike. Psst, she’s also an amazing wedding photographer!
Today is Mike’s birthday. I last got a glimpse at his hospital records a month ago. If my memory serves me correctly, I spotted “12/23/1953” under the “DOB” field on the tattered Alta Bates release form. He’ll […]
“Drew, they denied me Social Security for the second time,” Mike told me the last time I saw him over finals week at the Asian Ghetto. He’s holding a new cardboard sign with a hand-scrawled “GOOD LUCK ON FINALS” in Sharpie. “But that’s okay, me and my lawyer, we’ll appeal. That third time, that’s […]
I dream I am walking through any generic city street, crowded with couples and skaters and the din of diners. Mike’s suddenly next to me grabbing my arm. I easily shake him off, maintain a steely gaze and walk faster.
Mike’s breath sports the sour edge of alcohol. “Had some wine at my sister’s anniversary tonight,” he tells me. He’s had plenty tonight, the fumes tell me over the din of Tupac’s All Eyez On Me.
He’s looking pretty disheveled in a secondhand jacket and a Jamaica-themed beanie. Standing still, holding up his sign above his head […]
I spot Mike when I drive up Durant Ave on Wednesday evening. I’m not doing anything that night, so I figured I’d spend some time and catch up with him.
Mike’s squatting on a stack of empty milk crates. We slap palms, and he has this long look on his face. “Andrew, she screwed me real bad” […]
After a whole summer of not seeing Mike, I bumped into him last Friday at the Asian Ghetto.
Mike’s been receiving his disability payments and so has been off the streets for a good three months or so, but got kicked out of the program last month for missing a doctor’s appointment. So he’s been out on […]
“Belinda’s drinking again,” Mike tells me as I pass him by in the Ghetto, “day in and day out.” She’s been drinking a pack of beer a day. “She’s gonna kill herself. She’s not drunk, but when she drink she gets feisty, you know?” Mike’s expression is mournful.
Mike’s been staying at Belinda’s place, but he can’t […]
Mike’s been doing well lately. He’s got a place to stay at in Oakland, and does odd jobs around the area to keep himself going. He doesn’t even take me up on my offers to get him a meal anymore. “Go on ‘head Drew, I’m all right.” I feel kind of bad, though, because I […]
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