Tonight I had an emotional experience. One of few. I don't know whether it was because of the lack of sleep in the past two weeks, or if it was genuine. I walked into the laudromat at around 11 pm and saw a homeless guy sleeping on the benches. He was around 60, black, and kind of exhausted looking, even though he was asleep.
I tried not to waken him, but as I left, he sat up.
He looked at me with sadden eyes. Not desperate, but saddened.
As I stared back at him, he averted his eyes, as if in shame.
At this time I was about to walk out of the door, but something told me that I couldn't, the easy path was not mine to take, so I returned.
I asked if he was okay, he replied, "it id be betta if I had a home."
I responed, "I can't help you there, but here is 10 bucks, get something to eat please."
I never give money to beggers, and I never will. His pride was broken, his luck was shot, his home gone, but he would not ASK for money.
The money I gave him was given to me by a customer who felt the need to reward me with $10 I didn't deserve. Some old rich gay man that liked to flirt. I guess the need to seek out the needy never crossed his mind.
I returned to the mat (needed to dry clothes), anxiously awating my new homeless companion. He lay asleep, no bottle in hand, but a apple core and some food wrappers at his feet. A few of the local thugs/dealers sat around smoking blunts with their girlfriends, bullshitting about the day's events, and laughing about the old vagrant.
I had my camera with me, so I asked if I could take a photo, as a part of an anti-racism group study (which I am a part of), and they complied, flashing their gold teeth and bling bling.
I asked my Mr. Pillette (I gave him this name to honor the stuggling soul of a deceased black teacher I loved), to pose for a photo (explaining the anti-racism group) and he complied, with the same sadness in his eyes.
Opon leaving he gave me a look of approval, then wished me a blessed evening.... and went back to sleep.
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I tried not to waken him, but as I left, he sat up.
He looked at me with sadden eyes. Not desperate, but saddened.
As I stared back at him, he averted his eyes, as if in shame.
At this time I was about to walk out of the door, but something told me that I couldn't, the easy path was not mine to take, so I returned.
I asked if he was okay, he replied, "it id be betta if I had a home."
I responed, "I can't help you there, but here is 10 bucks, get something to eat please."
I never give money to beggers, and I never will. His pride was broken, his luck was shot, his home gone, but he would not ASK for money.
The money I gave him was given to me by a customer who felt the need to reward me with $10 I didn't deserve. Some old rich gay man that liked to flirt. I guess the need to seek out the needy never crossed his mind.
I returned to the mat (needed to dry clothes), anxiously awating my new homeless companion. He lay asleep, no bottle in hand, but a apple core and some food wrappers at his feet. A few of the local thugs/dealers sat around smoking blunts with their girlfriends, bullshitting about the day's events, and laughing about the old vagrant.
I had my camera with me, so I asked if I could take a photo, as a part of an anti-racism group study (which I am a part of), and they complied, flashing their gold teeth and bling bling.
I asked my Mr. Pillette (I gave him this name to honor the stuggling soul of a deceased black teacher I loved), to pose for a photo (explaining the anti-racism group) and he complied, with the same sadness in his eyes.
Opon leaving he gave me a look of approval, then wished me a blessed evening.... and went back to sleep.
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but after today, i am officially done with school, so if you get the time to hang out between now and next wednesday, call me!
you can buy me some shots!
your miserable, pointless, piece of shit fucking birthday. arg.