Ehhhh, wrong! That’s confusion on your face not enlightenment, I see it.You’re not some Himalayan wizard in a smok. You don’t know where your going and I caught you. You charlatan. You may make it look like you’re boarding a spaceship but that’s just a train. The jig is up. You’re not a beacon of utopia, you’re just like the rest of us, a tourist lost and confused. Thanks asshole.
I took this and thought, that’s cute, he’s like a retired pirate or something. Look at em. He’s got an eye patch, a pet bird he’s talking to….However,.. that bird is not a parrot, its a pigeon. And that patch, it isn’t from a swashbuckler’s tale. He probably has caterax or some other fucked up ailment that old people get from NOT leading an adventures life. And the bird is not on his shoulder, it’s perched on his walker, which is the equivalent of a peg leg, but it’s not a peg leg, it’s only a walker, so it’s just sad.
I laugh at you complaining about traffic in your car. Fuck you and your horn, your personal seat. You’re frustrated with it being bumper to bumper, try body to sweaty body for an hour you fucking baby’s. This is my G-Ride,..the Jitney, AKA Gypsy Cab bitch! The driver doesn’t speak English, he’s usually drunk, and there’s no AC. Its like riding around in a Padi Wagon. Might as well be. That’s where half of us are gonna end up anyway. A bunch of loud ass Hood Rats with Hood Rat tattoos and Hood Rat babies. All of them, smacking gum, drenched in fake gold,and candy paint press on nails. You can pick your own music, not me. I have to listen to Spanglish party bus music bumping through blown speakers. Fuck your horn, your non-ped plight. I’m in hell from home to work and back again. There are levels of poverty to equate with the frustration one feels with transportation. A passenger frustrated with his chauffeur is one step up from you. You’re a spoiled brat. When your ride is done you want to pour gas in the tank…me, I want to pour it all over the whole fucking ride and flick a cigarette. No next stop, no more worrying about it showing up on time, it’s done, it’s over, the ride is over.
The homeless are invisible, we don’t think about it. It’s a get out of being human free card, score! We assume they have no monetary worth attached to them, they have dropped out of the race, they are there to be ignored. It’s a common misconception that the indigent serve no purpose in society, that they offer no service or redeeming quality in the way of civil participation. WRONG!!!!!! They are very important. For one thing, they are responsible for keeping most of the spare change in the economy. They are like a bank, a bank with scabies, but a bank none the less. So at least appreciate them for that.
We like to call them lazy. Have you ever been homeless? That shit takes energy. Its a full time job. You gotta sleep outside, fuck off your hygiene, piss in a jar, and be impermeable to human cruelty.
You go on your lunch break at a cafe, the homeless lunch isn’t a break, it’s a dumpster dive which takes a lot of effort. And 75% of the time the meal is not even warm,… unless its the summer time of course.
The picture here impacts me. It represents who I think the homeless are to us. A cheap bottle and a dirty gutter. They might as well have been there, smiling for the camera, hand outstretched, and reaching for my pocket. I don’t give them money. I am above them. There is no compassion when it comes to rent. They’re lazy and broke. I only give my life and savings to business men who are lazy and rich.