Back when I was working the streets and I’d take a day off, I’d often be asked that question by people I met and even my mothers friends and coworkers. I would say things like “I’m an entertainer” or “I’m in public service” I even told someone once that I was part of the “welcome comittee” for the Denver Arts council, specializing in customer relations. Sometimes I’d come up with off the wall shit and it always slipped from my mouth like I was telling my name. I was never asked what the job entailed. It was strange how easily I fooled people.
When I disappeared at the age of 18, noone thought much of it. My family never called the police and filed a missing persons report. They figured I was just off finding my way in the world. It never occurred to them that I might be in trouble. I’ve never asked them why, it’s just never spoken about. I’ve not told anyone in my family about this time in my life, I was too ashamed.