Real Seasons 1 And 2

After My Divorce I Was Sleeping On The Trains And In Shelters Of New York City. I Was Ready To Fade Out Of Existence. I Had Done My Part To Make This Insane Society Better. One Day I Thought About How No One Cared Whether I Lived Or Died, It Freed Me Up To Do Whatever I Wanted, No Matter How Enlightened Or Violent. I Wrote REAL To Give A Fictional Version Of My Time On The Street.

I Based Real Season 2 On My Stay At The Bellevue Men's Shelter On East 30 Street, One Of The Most Horrible Places In New York City. It Was Like Being In A Prison With Unlocked Cell Doors. We Were Free To Leave, But You'd Lose Your Chance To Obtain A Housing Voucher.