“Where did you come from?” “I was in Iowa; Portland, Maine and Brattleboro. Lots more homeless in Iowa City than here.”
Category: Homeless
Meatwad’s Accident
Meatwad rides a bike. A car hit him, knocking him to the ground and smashing his tire and wheel. He hid the bike, put up a sign, and begged for pills. He refused to go to the hospital, preferring to wait until he felt better.
Powerball $220,000,000
Brian Sheldon ain’t buying…
Dreams.
Paul Attracts The Women
David II Be Wrong
So David thinks, if he has some non-cloudy thoughts that I am the photo-journalist who has threatened the Market place, causing some to chase the errant shooter from the scene. He said, “I will break your camera and then kill you.”
Paul said, “he’s a friend; chill.”
Moved up the street. Pregnant again. “A mistake,” she said.
“I am proud of you, girl” Alicea said when I mentioned an abortion to Cheryl. Not like me to engage them in a discussion of their politics or closely held beliefs, even if they cannot pay for them or appreciate the effects of their decisions.
If looks could do more than get you laid, Andrew would be a star. He is just caught in the vortex. Life ain’t easy and bad things happen to good people. He has bad acts in his past, so cleaning it up cannot do it for him, here.
Paul Rails
“Hey dude. You know that some of us want to remain anonymous. You put us on the web and people willl know we are here.” What’s wrong with that.” “There are people here who may be wanted.” “Sure enough, my man, but most of them are unwanted.”
Eric ponders whatever Paul was talking about. “I had too much whiskey, too fast.”
I went to the Sholem Shuk, a local thrift shop to pick up a some clothes for Paul. Bought two pairs of pants and two T shirts for $5. Some kids stole his shoes, but the store that is too far from downtown to help the homeless, didn’t have his size shoes or any socks. Believe it or not, he liked the shirt.
Paul Complains Again
Same old. Same old. Seizures no one recognizes. System want to put him in jail for tickets. Judge doesn’t want him in. No clothes. No id. No driver’s license. Needs a shower. Not crazy enough for disability because no diagnosis. Beaten by cops. No idea why no alms on the street.
Paul Smells
He smelled so bad, I could not come close enough to shoot. But he still looked like he had dignity. He complained that the yellow jackets poured out his beer as he sat in front of the Methodist Church with the permission of the Pastor. His time be running thin. Will he realize it? Who knows. He didn’t last summer.
“No one wants to help me,” he complained. “I can’t get a pair of pants or a pair of shoes.” “Not so,” I replied. “No one wants to help you in this condition. That’s all. You are wearing pants I got for you.”
Comfortable in Burlington
City Hall Park in Burlington offers space to sleep and play.
Just Wednesday in Burlington
No permits needed, yet.
Erectly.
Mike is still here. And maybe Paul can play the guitar?
Bill appears happy.
Echo’s lot has drawn water which stands still, yet.