Jay writes about that unpredictable dance, more spiritual than a mere day log. Currently he writes and reads from his condo in St. Johns. He is frequently published in Street Roots newspaper, and covers homelessness on KBOO Portland. He will be reading his memoir, “without a home of my own” for twenty years, from the fall of '81 in Atlanta when he “discovered boozing had me pinned to the street after a decade of floating about, and that my days had become entirely absorbed in getting to a drunken, emptied-out place, where where I slept didn't matter. Through the ... Eighties, on the streets and on the road on the Eastern Seaboard. In '91 I managed to get across the country with the help of St Clem, who had his own problems. I spent the nineties in Oregon on the street until I was intervened on by Project STOP... canceled for its success after saving my life and getting me a roof in Jan of 2002.... I have been housed since and not had to worry about where I would sleep at night…. The story only begins there, I've discovered, and continue to discover. IT'S ABOUT SELF-DETERMINATION, IF I CHOOSE