what a morning so far. if i were to right a book about the things that i see out here on the streets they would publish it under fiction. nobody would believe this craziness out here even exist.
for the last couple mornings i have had a fire burning inside of me to write. i told all y'all that i had something to say, and i want to say it. i'm not an activist, or anything like that, but there is so much wrong in the world today, and my plan is to point it out. do i think that pointing fingers at the guilty will change anything? well,..........probably not, but it could make a difference. after all i'm putting it out there for the whole world to see. if only one person that has power reads this, and wants to change things, then i say that we have a great shot!!
is there anybody with any power that has not been corrupted by the almighty dollar? that's what all this boils down to is currency. the rich keep getting richer, and the middle class is being forced down into the lower class in our society today. anyway,............that's all i have to say about that right now, but i reserve the right to come back to it anytime that i choose.
thank God that i don't drink anymore. from a bird eye prospective on the street level i have to say that alcohol consumption on the streets is getting more people in trouble than anything else. i certainly have enough problems right now that i don't need to celebrate with a cold one. the problem has got so large that the police are writing citations in Lu of sending them to jail. although, if you are stupid enough to smart off to them they will haul you downtown, and send you to the pea farm to get a haircut.
i know that the police have a lot of trouble with the homeless. there are so many of them. we tend to pretty much hang in one local area which is the downtown area. we are not hard to spot. were usually carrying one or two overstuffed bags with whats left of our lives. most people start out with more, but miles of daily travel has forced them to downsize. everyone of us has a different story to tell. although, most people stories are locked up tight in their minds. i'm a different breed. i realize that if i don't tell my story that i stand a good chance of being invited to a rubber pajama party. i've been invited before, and they party crazy. so much that i don't need to return.
being homeless is a 24 hour job, and most of the laws in place will be broken by default. you are always in need of something. sometimes it's just a place to sit, and rest until you continue on your journey. do you want to hear something crazy that i did today?
i'm an aging man with a lot of health problems. i have a real problem with my back and hip. it causes me to limp, and i need to sit down every couple blocks that i walk. i was walking this morning and needed to take a rest. i saw a police car sitting in a parking lot beside a wall that had been built up. i seriously thought that the wall would be a good place to rest about five minutes, and continue on. i had been sitting there two minutes when the cop in the car started blowing his horn like he was possessed or something, and started waving me away. i learned a few years ago to pick and choose my battle, and the only way both of us was going to be happy was if i just walked off. i knew any word of rebellion that would come out of my mouth would wind up making me miserable, so i just limped away.
when a man has fallen so far down the ladder of life that he simply can't work how does he make it? in today's failing economy if you don't have a job then your pretty much screwed. i know folks with homes that can't find a job. they are clean, and healthy looking. so what the homeless man supposed to do? if a police sees you begging he will lock you up. it takes a lot to ask a person that you don't even know to help you out with food or money. you risk your life every time you approach a person to beg from them. people are flipped out now a days, and many of them carry guns.
i've not reached the point that i'm begging so far. i hate to look people in the eye, and ask for help. it really makes me feel like a lowlife to not be able to work, and support myself. most of my life i've had a job, a home, and responsibilities, and now that i don't i still find that i have too much pride to beg. even though, i've always been a good one to help when i was asked. most people don't help because of what they think that a person might buy with their help. the don't want a bum spending their money on beer, smokes, or anything that they don't approve of.
you can't dictate what a person buys with your money that you give to them. just give with a cheerful heart, and know what ever they buy it's because they need it. sometimes a true alcoholic need a beer to say alive. if they smoke they probably need a smoke to calm their nerves. ever though about how the homeless get toiletries? well,.........if that can't steal them, they must pay for them. a lot of stuff that most people take for granite is an luxury item to a homeless person.
everything is not a tragedy on the streets. sometimes things can get pretty comical if you look for them. this morning i saw an older totally whacked out white lady, with her arm in a sling. she was yelling and cussing at her black boyfriend. she had to been mental with all that she was saying. she keep saying that she was going to call the law, and put him in jail. she said a lot of different reasons, but one stood out. she said that he was going to jail because he f**ked her head up.
i laughed out loud on that one thinking if that poor boy done all that to her that i was hearing, then he needed to go to jail for life!! that girl was crazy as a Bessie bug, and the only reason that man was with her had to be because she got a crazy check. i don't understand how he could tolerate that all month long for a few dollars? it would make me as crazy as she was.
i've wrote enough for now. i need to walk outside , and stretch my legs a bit. it has stopped raining for a while now, but i bet it's not over by a long shot.
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