BLAHG, BLAHG, BLAHG!!!

Synchronicity is something you experience in life, and might often just write it off as coincidence.  But, when things happen so often, and seem to defy the odds entirely, it's hard to write things off to chance.  For instance, on Friday of last week I was sitting downtown when a woman I hadn't seen in over a year was walking.  She said, "Hey Gabe!  How are you doing?" I was not in a very jovial mood, I gotta admit.  My father recently told me that my biggest problem in life was that I wasn't very good at tolerating bullsh*t.  I, in total agreement, said with a HA, "You just hit the nail on the head Pops". Then, she asked, "Where are you working", and that's what was making me blue. Being stuck on the streets in a college town for twelve years, and having worked several jobs that don't pay enough to provide a standard of living, I had just walked out on another one due to some major bullsh*t.  My background is primarily Advertisin

It is scandalous we have people on the streets of America.  It is scandalous we have people stealing from street people.  It is scandalous to disturb the peace with GRITS! Regardless, of how many homeless people there are in America, there are too many.  A day in the life of a street person begins around 5:30, or 6:00am.  The first thing one has to do is find a bathroom.  Imagine that, if you will. Then, if you're fortunate enough to be poor in America, you wait for breakfast which is served after 8:00am.  Between waking up, taking a crap, and eating breakfast, you might smoke, or some just go ahead and start drinking, and never go to breakfast.  The beer store opens at 7am. However, on any given Saturday morning, you might find yourself at the Sparrow's Nest for breakfast.  It's usually really good.  You listen to a short sermon and then breakfast is served. Now, mind you, I spent a great portion of my life living in a BLUR!  I had a beer in one hand and a Bible in