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Seventeen saintly sickos shifting on sandy soil

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Annoy me, hobo!

This may sound crappy, but, fucking homeless people!! Most of the time, not so bad, though I am thoroughly becoming sick of being asked for money and cigarettes by strangers. But every so often, especially at the coffee shop I work at, we get the real gems.

70s guy- Not too bad, overall, but then he gets into some shit with some guy I imagine he owed money to. I can't imagine, why else, without a word, someone would come up, without a word, and beat the everliving crap out of you, unless you'd fucked them over in some other way. Extra points for leaving blood and hair on the car you got bounced off.

Shorty- Only seen him one time. Heard about him again and again. Stealing things again. He must be some sort of fucking hobo-ninja, cause he gets kicked out every time we notice him, but most of the time its only after he's been in the store a few minutes. Best of all, when he steals a sandwich, we have to toss it anyway, cause he's a filthy, filthy hobo-ninja

Grizzly Adams- The name says most of it, except its like grizzly adams learned to shop at footlocker. Teeth, ewww.. What the hell is wrong with your whole damn mouth?!?! including your lips?!?! This zombie with a squeegee ( I am NOT kidding here) was out trying to clean people's windows again, after he's been told, in no uncertain terms, to go the hell away and stay away. Plus, you ain't doin' any good, dude, it's raining. Oh, by the way. You shit yourself. Last week. No, I will not give you a fucking dollar.


Scared straight

I gotta say, I have had a small awakening as a result of the tsunami stories in the news lately. I have a tendency to nitpick and complain. Some of these are valid- some things I don't like. But I have also had to look at what some of the people in Indonesia and India and the like have faced the past few days, and I realize I need to let more of it go, and thank anything I can think of I have a wonderful person to love, who loves me, who is safe, whole, and here with me. I think reading the story of the man who lost his entire family, home and livelihood- his whole village was washed to sea, with few survivors- in the blink of an eye. While he watched. He doesn't even have a picture of his wife, his children, anything. Compared to that, I have a bounty of riches beyond counting, and I need to keep that in mind.