fuck the homeless
So here it is, an amusing story of why I went a month without making entries on here. It's really nothing too complex, just I got a temporarily different perspective on things that made me not want to write anything in here. But then that got corrected, and all is well.
It starts with another probably retarded homeless guy threatening to stab me one night, as I walked to the Shell station down the street. He was walking the other way, and crossed the street, then passed me and got my attention. I turn around and he's got a knife, and tells me to give him my money and some food. Now he was a little guy, really skinny and weak looking, so I wasn't terribly concerned that something would happen.
I made some obscenities towards him, and he started getting all freaked out, and finally broke down almost crying, telling me how shitty his life has been. We sat on a bus stop bench, and he started pouring his heart out to me. For probably forty minutes, he told me all aboot how he was in Vietnam, and how things went to shit afterwards, and that he had tried to make a living, but failed.
It went on and on, I learned that he was homeless and starving, and hadn't eaten or showered in days. Well I already figured that, 'cause he smelled really quite bad. But he went on, and I kept asking him questions, getting him to open up aboot things like how his family had disowned him, his girlfriend and kid had taken off with some other guy, and just all this shit aboot how sad his life was. He figured he was at rock bottom, and that trying to rob people would be the last things he does in life before finally dying in a gutter.
While I wasn't presumptious enough to tell him to pick himself up and tell him what to do, I did tell him that things would probably get better, and that when shit is at its worst, it can only get better. But not by trying to rob people. Especially poor people like me. He came around, and walked away hopefully a little better for the experience. I went and finally got my goddamn Pizza Pops, and had something new to think aboot.
So for a little more than a month, I just had a different way of looking at things. And it made me not want to write anything in here until I figured it all out. Well last week, around three in the morning, Bran tells me that a drunk driver just wailed into his parent's truck, so I drive over and check shit out. His neighbors are there, these junkie sort of people, and they're trrying to be helpful, I guess, in their own little way. The guy even got some free gas from the truck, because it had a leak and such.
Well I got a description of the vehicle that had hit and taken off, so I hop in my car and start driving, nust to see what I can see. As I pull away the neighbor gets in too, and so he comes along, knowing what it looks like better than me. So for twenty minutes or so, we drove around, and the entire time he told me his life story. How and why he had been in jail, drug history, why he was where he is now... just a lot of stuff.
It sort of threw me off, because I wasn't expecting this sort of thing from anyone. And it had happened twice now, within a month, and made me determine finally that people with shitty lives probably brought it on themselves. If they worked harder to stay on top of things, and to stay in control of themselves, then they probably wouldn't be in the lower part of society. That might sound bad, but I do now believe that homelessness and junkie-ism is a choice, and that if someone decides to get into that sort of thing, they are undeserving of help from others. At least until they prove they can help themselves.
So that was it. These people feeling sorry for the shitt they had allowed their lives to become were telling me all aboot it, and it made me really appreciate all that I have and what I've accomplished. It made me fucking sure that I never want to end up like either of them, so it has helped me from that perspective. And in that sense, I am appreciative of the two of them.
And now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
Getting drunk is the other half, I would presume.
It starts with another probably retarded homeless guy threatening to stab me one night, as I walked to the Shell station down the street. He was walking the other way, and crossed the street, then passed me and got my attention. I turn around and he's got a knife, and tells me to give him my money and some food. Now he was a little guy, really skinny and weak looking, so I wasn't terribly concerned that something would happen.
I made some obscenities towards him, and he started getting all freaked out, and finally broke down almost crying, telling me how shitty his life has been. We sat on a bus stop bench, and he started pouring his heart out to me. For probably forty minutes, he told me all aboot how he was in Vietnam, and how things went to shit afterwards, and that he had tried to make a living, but failed.
It went on and on, I learned that he was homeless and starving, and hadn't eaten or showered in days. Well I already figured that, 'cause he smelled really quite bad. But he went on, and I kept asking him questions, getting him to open up aboot things like how his family had disowned him, his girlfriend and kid had taken off with some other guy, and just all this shit aboot how sad his life was. He figured he was at rock bottom, and that trying to rob people would be the last things he does in life before finally dying in a gutter.
While I wasn't presumptious enough to tell him to pick himself up and tell him what to do, I did tell him that things would probably get better, and that when shit is at its worst, it can only get better. But not by trying to rob people. Especially poor people like me. He came around, and walked away hopefully a little better for the experience. I went and finally got my goddamn Pizza Pops, and had something new to think aboot.
So for a little more than a month, I just had a different way of looking at things. And it made me not want to write anything in here until I figured it all out. Well last week, around three in the morning, Bran tells me that a drunk driver just wailed into his parent's truck, so I drive over and check shit out. His neighbors are there, these junkie sort of people, and they're trrying to be helpful, I guess, in their own little way. The guy even got some free gas from the truck, because it had a leak and such.
Well I got a description of the vehicle that had hit and taken off, so I hop in my car and start driving, nust to see what I can see. As I pull away the neighbor gets in too, and so he comes along, knowing what it looks like better than me. So for twenty minutes or so, we drove around, and the entire time he told me his life story. How and why he had been in jail, drug history, why he was where he is now... just a lot of stuff.
It sort of threw me off, because I wasn't expecting this sort of thing from anyone. And it had happened twice now, within a month, and made me determine finally that people with shitty lives probably brought it on themselves. If they worked harder to stay on top of things, and to stay in control of themselves, then they probably wouldn't be in the lower part of society. That might sound bad, but I do now believe that homelessness and junkie-ism is a choice, and that if someone decides to get into that sort of thing, they are undeserving of help from others. At least until they prove they can help themselves.
So that was it. These people feeling sorry for the shitt they had allowed their lives to become were telling me all aboot it, and it made me really appreciate all that I have and what I've accomplished. It made me fucking sure that I never want to end up like either of them, so it has helped me from that perspective. And in that sense, I am appreciative of the two of them.
And now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
Getting drunk is the other half, I would presume.
posted by michaelnicholas at 5:53 PM
1 Comments:
i like this new deep, 3d mike. depth is good, yo. keep one brain cell alive for me bro, i got you in here *fist to heart*
lawl now that the mushy stuff is done, id just like to quote the late great colonel sanders, who said "I'm too drunk, to taste this chicken"
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