If one thing could be easy...
A somewhat helpful but WRONG man told me to go to The Shop...a place only two miles away. I walked there, for some reason that I cannot fathom, I didn't call ahead to make sure they were open. After my long walk in the hot Florida sun and humidity you could cut with a knife...of course, they WEREN'T OPEN. I almost took a bus back to the hood but I figured that if I want to wander the earth like Samuel Jackson in Pulp Fiction, I should be able to walk back. The one thing that made it harder than it should have than it should have been was that it wasn't two miles. That's where the guy was WRONG. I know how long a miles is, 5,280 feet...right? Well I walked closer to 6 miles than I did five.
On the way back, I stopped at a grocery store to put minutes on my phone so I could call my daughter. I even got change in preparation for a nice ride in one of HART's air conditioned buses. While I was there, I ran into a lady who I had met at the flophouse. She told me that the owner of the Good Samaritan Inn would give me a referral. I never even had to leave the building, much less spends hours walking.
But, At some point I just said, "The heck with it and walked all the way back. The first guy I saw when I wandered in was the jerk who told me it was "no more" than 2 miles. Now I'm exhausted, but I got the stupid referral.