When I first started at the shelter, they gave me Levi to work with. His previous caseworker was leaving and he needed a new one. I remember her sarcastically saying over and over again things like, “Oh, you’re going to have fun with him.” As a matter of fact, pretty much everyone that I worked with said something like that. It was like they all knew I had herpes, but I didn’t know it yet.
I hated Levi. He was a drunk and his pants always had shit in them. He would yell at me and call me a cunt. He would take out his dick and piss on the floor in the soup kitchen. They gave me Levi mostly because I was weird. They gave me all the freaks.
We were social workers. We cared. We smiled and we would give the homeless people fist bumps when they walked past us in the shelter.… Read the rest