It was only for about a month, and it was in the cluster of cities north of LA (Venice and Santa Monica mostly). I was in a definite mood episode with some psychosis going on, so the memory of it all is pretty weird in my mind. I met some other homeless people and some of them were very sweet and helped me figure out where to get food, also let me hang with them which provided safety in numbers to an extent. I think it was an awful experience that my brain perceived as amazingly spiritual due to my mood state. But I did learn a lot and I did survive. I must admit that a large part of my survival is probably owed to a few very good souls out there.