10-08-2022, 09:05 AM
The more I come to realize that the homeless scene is every bit as toxic a situation as my previous home life was, the less time I want to spend in it.
For the last two or three days, I've been getting up before the rude awakening, getting coffee, and going to the park to watch the sunrise. A cold front rolled in around dawn yesterday, bringing light sprinkles throughout the day, with a gentle rain lingering for a few hours in the late afternoon. It's cold and overcast this morning. I went to the south side after my wake 'n' bake at the park for cheap cigarettes and gas. I figured I might be wanting to run the heater in the car for a bit, a prediction that proved accurate.
When I got back to the north side, I went by the day shelter to see if Scott was there. He wasn't, so I came to the night shelter. As I was approaching the intersection from the far side of the boulevard, I saw Scott's truck fly out of here. Was he pissed because he hasn't been able to weez a free ride from me to the store for coffee and smokes the last few days, so he could save his own gas?
I do not give a broom closet fuck. I'm tired of people making me deals that benefit them but cost me, under the guise of doing me a favor. You want to buy me food with your food stamps if I give you a ride to the store? Hey, that's great, except I have my own fucking food stamps.
But enough about that shit. You guys got tired of hearing about it days ago. The fact is, the reality of homelessness isn't as glamorous as young, healthy, well paid YouTubers playing at homeless life in a van or camper in the pristine, tranquil wilderness.
Well, I'm tired of hearing about it too. I'm tired of seeing it day in and day out. I'm tired of knowing about it. I'm tired of being down in it. Recounting the petty events of every long, dreary day isn't helping me any at all. This is not my life. Never was, never will be. So I guess I'm gonna wrap this up until I have some truly life changing news to report.
For the last two or three days, I've been getting up before the rude awakening, getting coffee, and going to the park to watch the sunrise. A cold front rolled in around dawn yesterday, bringing light sprinkles throughout the day, with a gentle rain lingering for a few hours in the late afternoon. It's cold and overcast this morning. I went to the south side after my wake 'n' bake at the park for cheap cigarettes and gas. I figured I might be wanting to run the heater in the car for a bit, a prediction that proved accurate.
When I got back to the north side, I went by the day shelter to see if Scott was there. He wasn't, so I came to the night shelter. As I was approaching the intersection from the far side of the boulevard, I saw Scott's truck fly out of here. Was he pissed because he hasn't been able to weez a free ride from me to the store for coffee and smokes the last few days, so he could save his own gas?
I do not give a broom closet fuck. I'm tired of people making me deals that benefit them but cost me, under the guise of doing me a favor. You want to buy me food with your food stamps if I give you a ride to the store? Hey, that's great, except I have my own fucking food stamps.
But enough about that shit. You guys got tired of hearing about it days ago. The fact is, the reality of homelessness isn't as glamorous as young, healthy, well paid YouTubers playing at homeless life in a van or camper in the pristine, tranquil wilderness.
Well, I'm tired of hearing about it too. I'm tired of seeing it day in and day out. I'm tired of knowing about it. I'm tired of being down in it. Recounting the petty events of every long, dreary day isn't helping me any at all. This is not my life. Never was, never will be. So I guess I'm gonna wrap this up until I have some truly life changing news to report.
