July 25th, 2012
This morning I worked with 'K' for two hours, still hauling brush all over his property.The old dude wasn't kidding when he said he had a couple months worth of work on his property. Strange to think that the windstorm that damaged his house and property was already two months ago at this point. Time flies when you're homeless and un-gainfully unemployed I guess. After the work was done I finagled 'K' into giving me a ride out to the plasma clinic. Pretty standard donation except for being all sweaty from the work. Then I walked over to Wal-Mart and cashed my tax return check. I feel kind of weird walking around with seven hundred bucks in my wallet, especially after being flat busted for the last 6 months. My biggest defense against theft is ... I do not look like someone who has several hundred dollars.. no way ... no how. Bought lunch at a Chinese buffet and a pouch of hand-rolling tobacco at the local smoke shop chatting up the girl who works there for a little while. If I hadn't been so funktified from the plasma donation I might have hit on her. As it was though we had a brief discussion about hand rolling cigarettes and related some of our misadventures in the area. Afterward I purchased a bottle of water at the gas station caught the bus and went back to the coffee shop to hear a local band perform. Now I'm sitting in a booth listening to black couple, well in combined excess of 600 lbs, have a wildly inappropriate conversation in public. It's almost 4 O'clock already, I need to get to Bianca's, the YMCA, then back to the homeless shelter. If they have room for me tonight, I may even be able to do some laundry. one of the volunteers at the shelter said she'd give me a lift to my hometown if I need to get my transcripts from highschool. I'll probably need to take her up on that. Doing my seventh step prayer before the meeting tomorrow. I'm ready, I know I am because I haven't had to think about it very much. Working for 'K' again tomorrow. Exercise and 20$ in my pocket, plus another 35$ on Friday from plasma... life is good....ish. I saw a drunk girl sleeping in her car on Sunday morning with one boob hanging out of her dress. I stood there and stared for a while, walked two blocks away, then two blocks back and stared some more. 'When the fuck is this ever gonna happen again?' I figured never. Probably creepy but I figure she would have been more freaked out if I woke her up and pointed at her errant tit. Besides that she was across the street from a local church so I figured some God fearing parishioner would be along shortly to freak the shit out of her.
This morning I worked with 'K' for two hours, still hauling brush all over his property.The old dude wasn't kidding when he said he had a couple months worth of work on his property. Strange to think that the windstorm that damaged his house and property was already two months ago at this point. Time flies when you're homeless and un-gainfully unemployed I guess. After the work was done I finagled 'K' into giving me a ride out to the plasma clinic. Pretty standard donation except for being all sweaty from the work. Then I walked over to Wal-Mart and cashed my tax return check. I feel kind of weird walking around with seven hundred bucks in my wallet, especially after being flat busted for the last 6 months. My biggest defense against theft is ... I do not look like someone who has several hundred dollars.. no way ... no how. Bought lunch at a Chinese buffet and a pouch of hand-rolling tobacco at the local smoke shop chatting up the girl who works there for a little while. If I hadn't been so funktified from the plasma donation I might have hit on her. As it was though we had a brief discussion about hand rolling cigarettes and related some of our misadventures in the area. Afterward I purchased a bottle of water at the gas station caught the bus and went back to the coffee shop to hear a local band perform. Now I'm sitting in a booth listening to black couple, well in combined excess of 600 lbs, have a wildly inappropriate conversation in public. It's almost 4 O'clock already, I need to get to Bianca's, the YMCA, then back to the homeless shelter. If they have room for me tonight, I may even be able to do some laundry. one of the volunteers at the shelter said she'd give me a lift to my hometown if I need to get my transcripts from highschool. I'll probably need to take her up on that. Doing my seventh step prayer before the meeting tomorrow. I'm ready, I know I am because I haven't had to think about it very much. Working for 'K' again tomorrow. Exercise and 20$ in my pocket, plus another 35$ on Friday from plasma... life is good....ish. I saw a drunk girl sleeping in her car on Sunday morning with one boob hanging out of her dress. I stood there and stared for a while, walked two blocks away, then two blocks back and stared some more. 'When the fuck is this ever gonna happen again?' I figured never. Probably creepy but I figure she would have been more freaked out if I woke her up and pointed at her errant tit. Besides that she was across the street from a local church so I figured some God fearing parishioner would be along shortly to freak the shit out of her.
No comments:
Post a Comment