Just in case any of you at home are thinking of trying this, I want to reitterate that being homeless is not comfortable. Staying clean is probably the most insidious stress, and the most difficult to fight. Next is existing next to people who pay for a roof. They don't like us, no matter how pleasant and unobtrusive we try to be. They seem to somehow think we are partly to blame for their predicament, what ever it might be. I try to put myself in their position... so some guy is sleeping in his truck in the parking space next to mine. Ok, one day a week, on the day he isn't gone before I am, I see that he is sleeping when I am on my way to work. At night, I come home, and he is asleep in his truck bed. There is an ugly blue tarp covering his truck. Maybe this makes my propery value come down. Or maybe my friends think I live in a ghetto...
It is late october, and I am still sweating most of the time. If I close my trailer-trash blue tarp to keep the mosquitos out, it gets hot. If I don't, it is still hot, and I get bit all night. Because I am pond-scum, I can only drink water at work, so replacing my electrolytes is a little more difficult. One coca-cola a day replaces most of the potassium and whatever else you sweat out besides water. It is very refreshing, and humiliating when you run all day, from sidewalk to kitchen, up three flights of stairs and back at least two times per table, and if you are lucky, you have 10-20 tables...and are not allowed to have one or two fountain cokes, costing fractions of a penny each.
I guess I'm a little angry tonight, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it was the cab driver who stopped in front of me for no other reason than to keep me stuck in the middle of the street, and was self-righteous when I flipped him off. Maybe it is the stores that charge ridiculous prices for low quality goods, and the self-centered clerks who work there. Maybe it is "the man" who profits from overpriced goods and underpaid workers.
Maybe it is the fact that I am getting old and can't see without these screwed up reading glasses with only one arm that I am pretty sure are making my eyesight worse every time I use them. Or my four front bottom lower teeth that are disgusting because after six visits and about $2400, my dentist still couldnt get around to cleaning them, but he was all about scolding me for a popcorn kernal stuck between my molars. Asshole.
I have hemmorhoirds. Talk about a pain in the ass. I think I can pay a butt-load of money to have them surgically removed... probably they are symptoms of undiagnosed rectal cancer. Oh yeah, and you know how when you travel to a new place, sometimes you can't have a bowel movement for a couple days because your sphincter just isn't comfortable? Well, try that on a continuous basis....
I don't know, have I bitched enough yet? I'm upset because one of my friends stopped being a friend without explanation. She is young, and either there was some unacknowledged attraction going on, or I really am just a gross old drunk. My other friend is almost back to normal, though she is still stressing about being unemployed.
Today I got it from a pretty reliable source that the evil racist incompetent owners will be gone this Saturday, and that the restuarant will keep going until december. That could be good...
Did I mention that my lower back hasn't stopped hiurting for about a year and a half? If someone tells me jesus will solve all my problems, I'm really gonna be pissed...
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