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     JD didn't have a place of his own either actually. He hotel hopped with another friend of his. JD was also helping him out too. You see, not only was JD's other friend homeless as well, but he also had Cereal Palsy. He was addicted to crystal meth too. Sure that was assumed. 

    JD introduced me a bit more closely to the Fort Lauderdale world of meth. 

    He also introduced me to Inn Leather. A clothing optional gay guest house. Little did I know within the year, I would be going to rehab across the street from this place. Inn Leather was really laid back. The owner and manager knew JD. Seems apparently until recently, JD worked at Inn Leather. It was so laid back, that was where we often got high. This area in the back... JD would pull out his pipe and we would smoke.

    There was that one time when we got into a stupid fight. We went to Pollo Tropical, which is a chicken based fast food restaurant. It was also across the street from Inn Leather. This was my first time ever going to Pollo Tropical. 

    I didn't have money for food. All I had was my EBT card. Pollo Tropical does not take EBT. JD offered to buy me and his other friend our dinners. 

    Once we got our food and sat down... The food was delicious. Of course it was delicious, it was the first thing I have eaten that wasn't out of a bag. We barely even talked while we ate. After we we're half finished eating, we sat in the booth and had a conversation that ended up getting heated. JD blew up at me for some reason, I don't remember why specifically, but it was important enough for him to leave the table and take off out the door, to the car. He got in the car and left. 

    He came back after we continued talking on the phone and deescalated the chat. 

    When I was staying with JD, we didn't stay often at his hotel. We spent a lot of our time in the Tahoe that he drove. 

    One of the days that we were out and about again, he took me to this storage unit. That was where he was storing all his belongings. Minus all the stuff he had in in hotel room. Which was a lot of stuff as it was. The second bed was completely covered with things. New things though. Not what you would expect someone who was homeless would have. 

    I started to mentally start to question a few things. How did JD always have drugs? How did JD have money for his hotel, storage unit, gas, food, etc? Why we're we always in the car?

    I pieced it all together. He was dealing drugs. I should have pieced it together sooner. Not my first time I was around and involved with people who are dealing. But it wasn't anything I wanted to deal with right now. I confronted JD about being uncomfortable. 

    JD and I parted ways that day. 

    I found my way into Wilton Manors, The gay area within Fort Lauderdale.

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