After I met this person by stumbling upon him accidentally and starting a conversation, I was in! I told him I was new in Barrow and was working for “NARL” there at Point Barrow.
My first job would be easy as pie I thought! Ha! The police had shown me the photo and profile of a local they thought was selling weed in very large quantities.
#Hobo shoestring free
The pastor left me a bible and a few pamphlets to read in my free time. Food of the physical sort then food of the spiritual sort.
#Hobo shoestring plus
Na-ah! To give you an idea of how far north Barrow is Seattle, Washington, is around 47 degrees north latitude, Los Angeles, California, is around 34 degrees north latitude, and Barrow is right about 72 degrees north latitude! I had to make this undercover job work out the best I could! I had actually stumbled on a job that lots of people would love to have, plus getting free room, board and food. September is summertime in the northern hemisphere, but not here in the Arctic. This was the first part of September 1992. I had to make this work! No matter what people had always told me before about being a narc. I now had shelter and food! Now if I could perform the job that they gave me and keep myself out of any danger! The pastor agreed cheerfully to the idea of giving me room, board and free hot meals in one of his spare church maintenance buildings! Ah, this was great. The cops then contacted a pastor at one of the churches in town, and telling him what I would be doing for the town of Barrow. I studied the photos really well so I could remember certain faces that I would be dealing with later. I was taken to the police station and shown photographs of several persons in the area suspected of dealing drugs. I was on my own! After making the decision to help out all I could, I then asked what it was that I would be doing. I had to do something! My severe obsessive compulsive disorder had really gotten me in trouble this time. The problem was big here and I would be safe helping them out by their using me as a narc! I thought it over thoroughly. The cops then asked me about working undercover! I asked them what I needed to do! They told me that there were illegal narcotics and marijuana being sold all around Barrow, and this small Arctic town was just about as far north on the earth you could go. At this time gas was $3.44 a gallon and I didn’t think that I could nourish myself with gas! I thought I could buy $7.00 worth of gas, drink it and maybe end my problems! The price of a 16 ounce jar of apple sauce was $11.99! The only thing that was under $7.00 was a gallon of gas. The price of things up here in Barrow were way higher than anywhere in the world, since everything had to be flown in or brought in by boat. They also told me I was stuck here for good as there were no roads leading out of Barrow anywhere. These cops told me that there were no jobs at all in Barrow and that things were actually worse here than they were in isolated villages around the North Slope of Alaska. I told them I hoped to get a job that paid good money in Barrow and that’s what I told Immigration in Canada. I was drilled with questions as to why I was in Barrow, why I had been deported from Newfoundland, and what were my plans to get back south.
I sat down at a large table with two more cops that were in Barrow. I was taken to the city hall where I was given a hot cup of coffee. After I showed him my Louisiana Driver’s License, he knew that something odd was going on with me. He replied, “Homeless? What is a homeless person doing way up in Barrow? What happened, did your wife or girlfriend throw you out or something”? He then asked to see my ID-card. I dizzily looked at the cop through tired, sleepy eyes and said, “My name is Mark Nichols”. It was like letting the door itself say, “Hey you bum”! “Wake up”! “Who are you”?! “What do you think you are doing here”?! I had not been sleeping very long when a Barrow city police officer opened the door and stepped inside, letting the door slam hard behind him on purpose. I pulled my sleeping-bag out of my small backpack, rolled it out on the hardwood floor and drifted off to sleep fast. There were two small electric heaters inside. I eventually found an ice-skating rink where there was a small indoor area where skaters left their shoes after getting into their skates. I flew to Barrow with only the clothes on my back, a small backpack and no place to live.Īfter getting off the plane I walked into town to look for a warm place to shelter myself. I had just been deported my second time from Newfoundland, Canada.
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