“Pretty much homeless,” Taylor said, as he began painting the picture of his childhood.
Taylor didn’t have a father around growing up. Still hasn’t seen him. Mother Georgia worked two jobs to make ends meet for Jason and older sister, Tiffanie, living on a shoestring in more ways than one. Jason remembers Mom tying a shoestring around his neck with a key. She knew she’d be long gone before he’d be walking to the school he attended at the time and she’d still be laboring when he came home.
Wherever home happened to be, that is.
“We had been evicted,” he said of one instance. “We had been pretty much homeless and having to live with relatives and having to bounce around from house to house.”
There was one constant. Every Saturday morning, they’d round up their pillow cases, stuff them with dirty laundry, spend hours at the laundromat “and then walk all that stuff back home, all the while being teased by your friends,” Taylor said.
How long was the battle to make ends meet?
