Hawaii’s homeless camp sits on the westside of Gainesville. It’s hidden behind two dumpsters and unless you’re willing to walk two hundred years into the woods, you’ll never find it. I’ve spent the last year uncovering these camps and building relationships with the homeless in Gainesville, Ga. After a year of work, I was ready for a breakthrough. Today was the day.
My homeless friend, Hawaii, had agreed to go to church.
I left the car running, ducked behind those two dumpsters and navigated the trail towards the homeless camp. Broken glass and empty beer cans line the route. Maybe that was a sign.
I spotted Cliff immediately. “Morning Cliff. You know where Hawaii is?” He points to his left. The light was blinding and I could barely make out an outline. I walked closer and saw him slouched in a lawn chair, relaxed.
“Hawaii, you ready to go?” – Keep Reading
