Fleeing the Plantation

[user328]

Sorry about all the random posts that have absolutely nothing to do with anyone mentioned in this thread.

[user328]

A homeless couple showed up at the park. The dude asked me if I knew where a cheap motel was. I told him about one I knew of, and he said it was too far to walk. I told him he wasn't gonna find anything near the park.

Then he asked me which car I was driving. I knew he was about to ask me for a ride.

"One of those," I replied.

As expected, the conversation quickly turned to, "Got a cigarette?"

I said no, and got up to leave.

Evidently, I'm gonna have to find another place to chill.

[user328]

When Mark is destitute, he goes to hinting about whatever it is he wants.

"I sure wish I had a cigarette."

"I'm out of tobacco."

"I only have seven cents to my name." (Fishing for a seven cent pop, which I obviously don't sell.)

I told him he needs to convert some of his food stamps into cash.

"I use those to eat."

Bullshit. He's the first in line at every food truck. He must eat at least five or six times a day for free.

I told him I use mine to eat too, but I have enough left to make money.

It's sheer laziness and excuses. Even the social workers will tell you that you need to panhandle or something to make money for things that food stamps and public housing won't cover. I can't feel sorry for someone who sits there and smokes one joint after another until it's all gone anyway. Damn, sell some of it.

[user328]

Scott just scored a half ounce of Indica for $20. Good shit, Maynard.

[user328]

They'll make a movie called Urban Shark after this.

They could do sequels or spinoffs. Urban Shark: Tampa and Urban Shark: Cape Coral.

Hollywood could normalize sharks swimming in the streets. Hipsters would wade right up to a shark and get snacked on. Normal shark-fearing people would live in terror behind giant shark cages. Businesses that refuse to operate in shark-infested waters would be closed.

[Mister Obvious]

Scott just scored a half ounce of Indica for $20. Good shit, Maynard.

Sativa > Indica.

I mean, anything will do but... preferences are the spice of life.

[user328]

I don't know ary one from the other. This was some good shit though.

[user328]

Night shelter parking lot. Smoked a joint with Scott and listened to some X-rated country songs.

Other than that, there ain't a damned thing going on.

[user328]

Tweaky Bird was harassing drivers at the stop sign and blocking them.

[user328]

This dude traded me enough weed for a joint for two cigarettes. The weed was dry as fuck, but it was pretty good.

I only had one cigarette left after that, so I headed to the store. Chocolate hailed me as I passed the bus stop. She was going to the day shelter, and asked me for a ride as far as the store.

Chocolate is a chill individual. I mean she mostly just smokes weed and chills. I'll do her favors because I know she'd do me one. She's a good customer. I know if I sell her something on credit, I'll get paid.

[user328]

It's a beautiful, cool, clear day. I'm still wearing a beanie and heavy shirt, which I normally would've taken off by noon.

I opened the pop stand for a bit, but there's nobody at the day shelter but leeches. An old lady kept pestering me for a cigarette.

"Got any money?"

"I'll have some in a minute."

"Come back and see me in a minute then."

I had already decided I wasn't gonna play this today by then though, so I came to the park.

I tried the Great Value corned beef. It isn't amazing. It isn't gross either. It's rather dry. I think I might enjoy it pressed into patties and browned for a few minutes to crisp it up and melt the fat.

[Mister Obvious]

It just needs to be sliced and browned up in some water.

[user328]

I think getting it out of the can in one piece to slice it would be a challenge. It's dry, like mashing up a drained can of salmon.

[Mister Obvious]

Yeah it's way easier to do that with SPAM... corned beef isn't the same at all. But the stuff is so salty that getting it browned up in some water isn't gonna hurt it, so that's the way to make the best out of it. I like corned beef. If I had to choose flavor-wise, I'd go for SPAM though. It's like the fast food version of canned meat.

[user328]

Rumor has it the leech in a bunk adjacent to mine has lice. They say the staff told him to take a shower, but he didn't. This is the guy whose feet I smell every night when he takes his shoes off. I'm gonna sleep with my head at the other end of the bed tonight.

[Mister Obvious]

[user328]

I slept with my head at the other end of the bed last night. The old drunk in the bunk across the aisle from that end of the bed ran his mouth for hours. The staff came in several times to tell him they were gonna put him out if he didn't pipe down.

I think this phone is spying on me. I've been jonesing for sushi the past few days. I installed an ad-ridden Freecell game on the phone yesterday. This morning, the game showed a Doordash ad that read:

"That sushi you're craving: we have it."

I'd never mentioned sushi to anyone around here before yesterday.

All the ads were getting on my nerves anyway, so I uninstalled it.

[user328]

I'm at the VA hospital now. My wound care appointment is at 9AM. I came a couple of hours early because the sun would've been at the same height as the traffic lights if I'd waited an hour, and I wouldn't have been able to see where I was going.

[user328]

I'm gonna go by the day shelter at noon to see if Mark still needs a ride to cash his check. I'm gonna drive him to the nearest check cashing place, he's gonna cash his check and give me $5, and I'm gonna drop him back off at the day shelter. He's not gonna ride around with me all day like he thinks he is.

After that, I'm gonna go to a supermarket on the south side that sells sushi rolls in the deli. Or at least they did the last time I was in town.

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The receptionist at the wound care clinic evidently didn't make my appointment for today like she said she did. The practitioner squeezed me in after her actual 9AM patient. She put some zinc oxide paste on the wound, gave me a bunch of supplies from her stash, and ordered me some more. She said I needed a dermatologist to do a biopsy. Well, no shit, Sherlock.

I told her I couldn't see the wound, but I could tell it was pretty bad based on what I could feel with my hands in the shower. She took a picture of it with my phone so I could see it. Yep, it's pretty fucking awful.

Now I'm waiting on the pharmacy to fill those prescriptions.