BLAHG, BLAHG, BLAHG!!!

On this, what must be the rainiest day I can remember after thirteen years on the streets, I once again am confronted with the irony that seems to be the substance of life. I honestly prayed to the God I am so often angry with last night that there would be a break in the rain in the morning between 7 and 8am. Some street people talk to imaginary people on broken telephones. I understand this. In contrast,  I talk to a God who never says anything and could therefore be classified as imginary. Yet, this morning, after a solid night of rain where I did not get wet though I was not indoors, I woke up just in time to make the walk up the North Avenue hill to my appointment at the Homeless Day Service Center to enroll in the housing program, again. My appointment was at 10:30am.  The day center doesn't open until 10am.  So, with my finger in the air, and my eyes on the skies, I made the decision to go in that direction skipping breakfast at the 1st Baptist Church,

Over the past decade, as I've mentioned before, and have written many words about, I have had several dreams about celebrities, and three different presidents.  I make the distinction because celebrities all have talents for the entertainment industry.  They are either singers, dancers, actors, or all three at once.  Our current president is not a celebrity because he doesn't possess any of these talents.  He may be famous, but he is not a celebrity.  He just wants to be one so bad, he refers to his constituents as "fans" as one photograph I saw yesterday indicated.  Fans may drool, but Trump people tend to foam at the mouth.  See the difference? Two presidents I have had dreams about are Jimmy Carter, I referred to as the Quintessential Georgian, and Barack Obama who I briefly met in the Rose Garden right after I had, in reality, landed on the streets.  I didn't even have a cell phone at the time, but in the dream, the newly elected President Obama reached in

One more reason you can add to this cartoon, of the reasons people are homeless, is under education.  This has largely developed with the advent of technology.  Sure, even homeless people have smart phones, but are the technologically astute?   Most under educated people were left behind with the advent of technology.  In fact, they have basically been left for dead.  The solution to end homelessness seems to be to let them die.  I am one of them and I don't have a smart phone.  I don't have a computer.  At this point, I don't even have a dumb phone as I woke up one morning about a month ago to a large spider on my sleeve.  Immediately, I got up, brushed the spider off and high tailed it outta there, only to realize later that my phone was no longer in my pocket.  When I returned to retrieve my phone, it was gone. Communication is one very important part of success.  Without a phone, people are at a disadvantage, but a phone of any kind is not the difference between

She sings about anxiety, But, it sounds like joy! She was just explaining.  She wasn't complaining. It was just a JOY! Life is a TOY! DISCOVER It can fall apart. If you ain't got no money You better listen to your heart And, if you don't, And, you're still alive... That's the time to start! Words do come, and words do go But, do they ever arrive? Positively, TRUE! You Know Who? Reckon So? Yo, Yo-Yo? It's alright. It's alright?

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As usual, it was hot, but not all that bad under the tent.  I wasn't under the beer tent.  I volunteered this year, for the second time only this time I was sober.  I'm not really trying to make a big deal of the sobriety thing, but when I think back to the last time I volunteered I remember I was pretty messed up.  I made it through the entire weekend without walking off, or passing out.  I honored my commitment as has always been the case if I'm working and drinking.  I've never missed a day of work because of drinking.  I'm what some would call a functioning alcoholic.  I prefer to think of myself as a functioning regular drinker, but we are in the midst of a cultural civil war, you know.  And, when Evangelicals elect a non-drinker in Jesus' name who sure seems like he's drunk, I feel I have the right to distinguish between behaviors that Southern abstainers won't.  After all, Christians who do not consume alcohol are superior to all other Christian