James Richardson (SF)

James Richardson

Born: July 1975 (47 years old) in Oakland, CA.

Living: Tent in San Francisco, Golden Gate park, near Haight-Ashbury.



Date:               Feb 1, 2023.Interviewer:   Andrew Noske

About:
Despite adversity, James is a happy person. He occasionally panhandles to make sure he doesn't ever starve, with a very friendly approach and smile. James is pretty fit for his age, not that you tell under his layers of clothes, but what he will tell you is that he is very self-conscious about his missing teeth. If you say no he happily wishes you a good day. A cancer survivor. James had a former life as a glass blower and owned three houses, including 10 acres of land on Hawaii. At age 38 he was at his physical peak, and even fell in the 20% percentile in a Spartan race.

Falling down:
In 2010, James met the love of his life. Alisea. He was swept off his feet and adored her despite her addiction to certain substances. Sadly heroin would soon kill her. James lost one job and poured his money into a glass blowing shop, only to have it broken into and everything stolen. He turned to heroin, he had cancer, his own father stole from him, and gradually he liquidated what he owned to pay off debts, including a single night in the ER which cost him $20,000. Yes, America really is like that. Currently his only possessions are stored in a green backpack, which he says is less likely to be stolen, he can sit on it and it keeps him fit. His most treasured possession is a journey that he keeps to talk to god and write down ideas and events from each day. James he never steals anymore, he once stole from big stores like Target but he apologizes and panhandles near the WholeFoods sometimes. He feels slightly bad for panhandling, but he says you learn to lose your pride pretty quickly on the streets.

Family:
After years of not talking, James is now finally close to his mother, but not his father. James has a son and daughter. He hasn’t seen his daughter for 5 years, but he is happy that he can chat to her over text. By writing a book he hopes to make his daughter proud.

Aspirations:
James has come off drugs, all drugs except methadone (the drug to help you off drugs) and weed (the drug pretty much everyone in SF uses, even before it became legal). James hopes to get back onto his feet by getting a job at a glassblowing place, and often applies for work. He tells me he had a job interview yesterday, but he could tell that they judged him the second they saw his teeth. He has an appointment to have all his remaining teeth pulled out and hopes to get dentures so people can no longer reject him based on his mouth. James wants to be seen as an equal. James is a dreamer and loves writing. He is writing two books, one on human kindness and another one as fiction. He hopes to publish and his book on kindness goes big. He also wants to co-authoring this book, and that particular goal seems the most achievable for now. If you are reading it, then this one goal has been fulfilled. With a job and a little luck he hopes to see his daughter again.

Additional Content

Photos

James and Andrew, first meeting.
James unwrapping the scooter following our surprise GoFundMe.

Updates

Feb 27:
Not long after I met James his scooter was stolen. For many months James had been saving to buy a scooter.. a "varla eagle one". He bought it, plus a huge U-lock, but it was stole soon after bought it. James was devastated, because his plan was to do Uber Eats so that he could stop panhandling.

March 7:

To help James out we started a successful GoFundMe that raised more than enough for me to buy James a new Scooter. I surprised James by inviting him over to my place and had the scooter in wrapping paper.

Jun 14:

James and I just published the book! I've created a website for it at www.withoutahome.net.

Poem: Nasty ol Dragon

Here's a poem James wrote after heroin took away the love of his life:

Rock your babyto and fro,All the lost children,Nowhere to goChasing the dragon,Playing the partSeeking love from the needle,Till it poisons your heartLast i saw you,With tears we did partThat nasty ol dragon,Tore us apart
In my dreams,Still together we are,for ever and everDreaming always of the great bright yellow,As i lay my head down on my concrete pillowLoving her all ways,Never forgetThat pretty little flower,That very last kissHold you so close,So near to my heartWe will meet again,In the great white abyssNow lets dim the lights and embrace with a kissSo the time may pass faster,Im sorry to sayIt may be a long time,Before we can playI've now got a purpose, and now a good reason to stay here for some time though I know you will wait,For whatever season in whatever year,No matter the time, I will see you again, no reason no rhymeWith Jezabels power,With Beelzebubs vanity,Made way for the dragon,To slayeth your sanityIn purgatory for now,For what seems like foreverYou will wait by the gate for the horse to ride by, the white horse will gallup,And I am the riderSwooping you up on the mount,The mount by my sideOff into the sunset,Alas together we'll ride as I swallow my pride one last time,Always my heart,My love unconditional,Not jealous, so kind never will die nor the knot will unbind,Patience my virtue,I never left her behindShe will stay in my heart,Till ends be of time...