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Forgotten Voices: The Ballad of John and Misty


It all started as a cruel joke.

When I was a 12, I went to the mall with my friends. We were standing outside while I was eating a snow cone. I was so focused on this snow cone that I completely forgot my surroundings. My friends suddenly shoved me towards an elderly homeless woman. “Ask her for a date, she’s pretty hot!” They all laughed, and I have to shamefully admit so did I. When I saw the expression on her face, I ceased my laughter. I saw the elderly woman hang her head and stumble away from our little party. She picked up her belongings and wiped tears away from her face with her worn-out sleeves from this beat-up green sweater she was wearing. My friends didn’t seem to notice her reaction, or maybe they didn’t care. They walked away laughing; feeling victorious in their inconsiderate, shallow little world. As she walked away, I couldn’t help but wonder about what she’s been through. The world was cruel, but middle schoolers were crueler, and that I knew. I wanted to stop her and apologize, but the shame rooted me to the ground and rendered me speechless. I will never forget the look on that woman’s face.

More than 13 years later, I still think about her. Every time I drive by a seemingly houseless person, I see her face and feel a deep guilt. I think about pulling over my car, hugging them, telling them everything will be okay, taking them to dinner, buying them new clothes, reconnecting them with family, and miraculously fixing their lives in the span of a day. But I keep driving.

Awake in my bed in the middle of the night recently, I wondered, “Had society wrought my thoughts and judgments to perceive these people who walk the streets as mere shadows of my life? Was it my upbringing? Was this my family’s fault? Was it my friends? Or was this simply my doing?” The answer: I’m not sure. Later that week my roommate invited me to attend a charity event held in the back of one of Galveston’s many churches. The charity event was to give food, clothes, dogma, and other important commodities to the homeless. Because I had been thinking about the lady I made cry earlier that week, I, naturally, as a superstitious God-fearing Catholic, took this as a sign, and agreed that I would go to the event.


The event took place at eight in the morning on a cold, cloudy day. With a bagel in my hand and a motive on my mind, I scouted the crowd to see who I could talk to. The loud gospel music was nauseating, making it easy to understand why some of these people have mentally checked out. A woman with a pink beanie stuck out of the crowd, and I approached her, hoping to not scare her away. I had no idea what she had been through, or what was her past experience with men; I couldn’t blame her if she didn’t trust me. The world was cruel, but men can be crueler, and that I also knew.

When I got within speaking distance, I totally froze and told her I was working as a writer for Culture Clash and asked her if she wanted to do an interview for the magazine. She smiled, shook my hand, and told me her name was Misty. The man next to her was her longtime partner, John. She told me she would love to do an interview. John introduced himself again and shook my hand as well. John and Misty were not the aggressive, incoherent homeless people my ignorant anxiety had fearfully expected. Rather, they were both articulate, lucid, and, most importantly, were kind. I asked them if I could interview them the next week, and they said yes.


The next morning, I arrived at the weekly charity event where the homeless congregated. The preacher was going on about his usual ceremony while the homeless gathered early in line for food and clothes. I saw Misty and John. The closest analogy I can describe my sensation is the way that one feels before riding a rollercoaster. I said hello, and asked if they were still willing to do the interview. My anxiety was going through the roof, curious if I was the only one with some inner troubles, I had asked John and Misty how they were doing mentally. They told me they were hanging on by a thread.

John told me he had PTSD, depression, schizophrenia, and BPD, and was prone to snaps. Misty told me she was depressed and had multiple personality disorder. She said one of her personalities was a young girl named Star. Misty called Star one of the nicest and sweetest people I could meet. With this being revealed I said whatever anybody would say, I said it was cold and asked if they wanted to go somewhere to eat. We all agreed on Whataburger.


As we started to walk towards, what I thought was, Whataburger; John and Misty looked around and asked where my car was. It was at that moment when it seemed time ceased moving, and all of Galveston’s 50,596 residents came to a standstill to hear my answer. I’d like to take a minute to explain my brief hesitation having John and Misty in my car had nothing to do with their mental state, or them being homeless. I’ve had plenty of “homefull” people who I absolutely loathed having in my car, whether it be my girlfriend’s shrilling-drunk friends singing off-key slurred renditions of Shania Twain’s “Man! I Feel Like a Woman”, or a sick roommate who showed me a firsthand example of what urinary incontinence was; I simply was uncomfortable with people in my car.

With this going through my head, I felt the need to answer. I said yes, and showed them where I parked my car. I pulled up my car and they got in. Misty sat in the front passenger seat and John in the rear passenger. We had a brief conversation about how I was maybe the second guy to ever let them in a car. John clarified he had a knife in his bag. Before I could freak out, I rationalized with my anxiety that if I were homeless, and I had to be on the road with so few people to trust, I too would have a knife or some other type of protection in my bag. So, I thanked him for his transparency and we pulled into Whataburger. John and Misty ordered two Mushroom Swiss burgers. I bought their meals and let them get settled before the interview.


Before I continue with the interview, I should state that I am aware that our self-proclaimed highbrow readers will consider these questions trivial, doltish, shallow, or frivolous. But I assure you, these questions serve a higher purpose. These questions are not meant for interrogation, or the means to call pity upon those who are less fortunate, but rather to call for the humanization of John and Misty and the many people like them afflicted by homelessness.


Q&A: John and Misty

J= John.

M= Misty.

CC= Me.

Question 1: How are you?

John: I’m okay.

Misty: Ecstatic, very happy. I’m excited.

Q2: What’s your name?

J: Johnny.

M: Misty.

Q3: Age?

J: Thirty-two.

M: I’m thirty-four.

Q4: Astrology sign?

J: I believe I’m an Aquarius, I was born January 8.

M: I was born on January 20. So, yeah, I was born on a cusp of Capricorn-Aquarius.

Q5: Where are you originally from?

J: Mississippi.

M: I was born in Sarasota, Florida. But I was raised in Texas.

Q6: What’s your favorite song?

J: ‘Adventure’ by Coldplay.

M: Dirty Heads, ‘Vacation.’

Q7: What’s your favorite movie?

J: Sing, I really liked that movie.

M: I’m not sure what it’s called, but it’s that dragon movie from Disney. It was really good.

Q8: What was the last movie you saw?

Both: Soul Eater

Q9: What’s your earliest memory of your life?

J: Feeding emus when I was about seven years old. They were huge.

M: Learning how to ride a bike when I was about six.

Q10: What’s the happiest memory you have?

J: Meeting Misty.

M: Seeing Galveston beach for the first time ever.

Q11: Favorite book?

J: Jane Yolen’s Blood of the Dragon, I didn’t get to read much, but I did enjoy that book.

M: I’m gonna throw it back with Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice. It’s amazing.

Q12: Who’s your favorite cartoon character?

J: Scooby-Doo, I like the old-school cartoons.

M: (Laughs) I really liked Cat-Dog.

Q13: What is the greatest gift you ever received?

J: Misty and my son. He’s 15, his name is Lewis Cayden. Right now, he lives in Brownwood, Texas with Misty’s mom.

M: My kids and having the gift to help others. Also, creating art and making things with my hands.

Q14: What’s the worst gift you ever received?

J: A whip, by my dad.

M: A coloring book, it was very strange and it had a lot of scribbles. I was kinda like, “Oh that’s weird.”

Q15: Do you believe in aliens?

J: Yes, of course.

M: Highly. Absolutely. I believe that I was abducted. I woke with these triangles in my arm.

You’ll see UFOs at Crystal Beach all the time. They fly in a triangular formation. They appear and then disappear and appear somewhere else.

J: We saw a good one at Brownwood one time, and they were close, too. It went above us and started blinking.

M: And they would hover, and I knew it wasn’t a drone because it was too high. That’s not an airplane.

Q16: Do you believe in God?

M: I do, but we don’t follow fully.

J: No, but I believe in Lilith the lord and lady.

M: We had it shoved down our throat so much. We do, but just not fully.

Q17: What are your pet peeves?

J: People that chew with their mouth open, or like yesterday at a construction job. Guy just stands around and gets in the way, and I’m asking him to move. I don’t do well if you come up to me and yell at me for no reason. People walking behind me or acting, even playfully, like they’re going to swing at me can trigger me and I might accidentally hurt the person. She has had to stop me several times.

M: The most interesting times is when he gets into it with cops because sometimes they’ll grab him like this. [Grabs John by the neck]

J: I’ve flipped a cop over because of the way he grabbed me.

M: If I hadn’t explained that John had military PTSD he would’ve been arrested. I’ve talked him out of handcuffs I don’t know how many times. [pause] My pet peeves are Shmacking, and smacking with your mouth open. High pitch noises. A messy house, I’m very OCD. Things that are half done. That’s about it.

Q18: Ever had a nickname? What was it?

J: I do.

M: (laughs) The funniest one is when he got the nickname Joker from Six Flags.

J: The security guard kicked her in the head when she was in a seizure. The cops told us we can have fun with the security guard, just not kill him. So, we chased him around the park, body slamming him on the ground, kicked him in the head, and the cop yelled stop, and we stop. I also go by Sprite.

M: It means little demon. Cause’ he used to be a hellion kid growing up.

J: She gave me that name.

M: Mine is Moon-mist, ‘cause I’m always fascinated with the moon and my birth name is Misty. Or Red, everybody likes to call me Red, because of my red hair.

J: One kid called you Janice (Joplin).

M: I wish! I wish. Now if I had my longer hair and curly with the oval glasses then, yeah, I might look like Janice- and lose some weight, then yeah.

Q19: What’s your biggest fear?

J: Sharks. And snakes and spiders. My adoptive dad used to torture me with them. He used to throw me in tubs with spiders or snakes as a kid.

M: Losing him. Cause he’s the only thing I have right now.

J: You ain’t gonna lose me.

M: None of our family cares about us, or has anything to do with us, really.

J: Except my real dad, my real dad likes you.

M: But yeah, other than that, if I were to lose him, I’d be alone. And I fear that every day because he has bad health issues that can’t get attended to because we have no insurance. Every day is like a ticking time bomb. You know? I go to bed thinking, ‘I’m I going to wake up with my husband this morning?’

Q20: What kind of health problems do you have?

M: A lot.

J: Heart issues. Half a heart. Half a lung. I had stage two lung cancer. I’ve had four strokes. Five heart attacks. [Looks at Misty] What else?

M: And a bunch of mental issues. He was born a two-pound, nine-ounce baby, with only half a heart. I have seen his birth certificate.

Q21: Who inspires you?

J: [Looks at Misty] You, really.

M: Me?

J: As you can see.

M: Him and art. I get inspired by art.

Q22: Who’s your favorite artist?

M: Bob Ross.

J: I like Bob Ross. I like watching him paint stuff, I’ll sit and watch him paint.

M: I learned a lot of my technique from watching Bob Ross. [Misty imitates painting] ‘I’m just gonna floof a cloud here. I’ll put a little tree here.’

Q23: What was the last photo you took?