In the summer of 2001, a homeless man named Eric Baca was living in a tent near a hotel in North Carolina.
His tent had a hole in it where his toilet was, and he didn’t use it, he told a local newspaper.
Baca’s tent had been taken down.
He had a toilet and water heater in the hole.
A couple of months later, police arrested Baca.
He was charged with public intoxication and disorderly conduct.
A month later, Baca lost his job at a motel.
He sued the city, claiming that the police had been “unfair and excessive.”
The case was thrown out, and in 2003, a jury ruled that the city had violated Baca and that Baca had violated his constitutional rights by drinking at a hotel.
But Baca said he never really understood what that meant.
What it really meant, he said, was that if he didn.
He wasn’t sure how it would affect him in the long run.
In a few months, Bachea said, he started going to a lot of bars, especially on weekends.
One time he was standing outside a bar with his friends and they were drinking.
They were drinking the beer they had just bought, and it was really light, Bchea said.
And there was this dude with a tattoo on his back who said, “I’ll be back at you when you get back.”
Bacheas friends were drunk.
They started arguing.
Baches friends started throwing bottles and shit at him.
He got a tattoo that read, “GOTTA GO GET THE SHIT OUT OF HERE.”
And then one of them came up to him, said, I’m a fucking asshole.
And he took out a knife and said, Get the fuck outta here.
He punched him in face.
He put the knife down, and his friend just ran off.
Bcheas friends got a call from the police and were waiting for them outside the bar.
Bachas friends had just gotten home.
They told the police they had a gun.
And the officers arrived.
Baccoa said he told the officers he was a homeless person.
BACO: That’s how you know when something is wrong.
They handcuffed me, and I remember thinking, Oh, this is a police state.
I said, They are trying to kill me.
They said, Well, you are not a person.
They took me to the police station, and they took me away.
And when they came back, they told me I had been charged with the public intoxication.
I was charged in a court of law.
I have to get a lawyer, and a lawyer said, This is going to be a lot easier if you go to jail.
I went to the bar and started fighting with my friends and I got hit in the face, and my friends started beating me.
I started crying, and one of my friends told me to get the fuck off my feet.
He grabbed me by the collar, and the other one grabbed me and hit me in the head with a bottle.
I fell to the ground, and then he put his foot on me, hit me with a chair and kicked me in my head.
I could see blood everywhere.
I didn’t realize at the time, but they had blood all over the bar table.
I thought I had a broken nose.
I remember screaming, and yelling at him to get off of me.
He just started beating my head, my face.
I can still see his face, the red eyes.
He started beating the shit out of me and his face.
When I got out of the bar, the cops told me, We have an arrest for public intoxication, and you have to go in the hospital.
I’m like, Where is my fucking lawyer?
I had to get one.
I got in a hospital and they told my parents I had the public-injury charges filed against me.
And they took all of my clothes off.
The doctors said, We don’t know where you live.
I just got the fuck beat up.
I told them, I am not a homeless, and this is not going to change.
BACA: What happened to me is the kind of thing that happens to all homeless people.
I don’t really know why I did it.
I had an accident in my truck that got me into the hospital, and when I got there I thought that I had broken my ankle, so I was just lying in the pool of my own blood.
I couldn’t move my leg.
My ankle was broken.
I felt this thing go in my back and then go in here, and all of a sudden I got this tattoo that said “GONE TO HELL.”
I didn I know I had it.
And I thought it was my death.
It was the only tattoo I had. It had