The worst part about being homeless, honestly is the lack of decent respect.
And just when you think you’re done fooling yourself into thinking most people don’t actually mean it, you’re standing at the checkout line waiting on the cashier guy to hand you your change.
Except, he’s scared to touch you so he sets it on the counter and says nothing.
Only you leave with your dignity intact.
And even so, you might as well not have had the damn burrito in the first place.
I mean, there you are.
Sitting across from two rows of People Magazine, eating a saucy, savory-style chicken burrito…and then it falls.
Except now, you wish you would’ve just had the damn peanuts anyway.
But no, there you are contemplating on whether or not your dreams are even worth the stress and finally, you decide on yes.
So then you tell yourself, “this builds character…”
And soon, you decide to save what little money you do have to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch.
Except now, I make them with chocolate instead.
But anyway, I just felt like sharing.
Although I do have to say, it took me a few weeks to write this.
And obviously because I wasn’t sure where I’d be.
Only, no one knows where I’m at.
I mean, just the other day my mother called, “how’s the traveling going?”
“Fine,” I told her. “Just fine.”
Until next time.
“I suck at life.” — My Homeless Sign
