The worst part about being homeless, honestly is the lack of decent respect.
And just when you think you’re almost done fooling yourself into thinking most people don’t actually mean it, you’re standing there 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 Mexican-style chicken burrito and then it falls.
Except now, you wish you would’ve just had the damn peanuts anyway. But no, there you sit as you contemplate whether or not your dreams are even worth the stress.
And finally, you decide on “yes.”
So you tell yourself, “this builds character…”
And soon you decide to save what little money you do have to make peanut butter jelly sandwiches for lunch.
Except now, I make them with chocolate or bananas instead.
But anyway, I felt like sharing, although it did take me a few weeks to say this because obviously I wasn’t sure where I’d be.
Only no one knows where I am.
I mean, just the other day my mother says to me, “how’s the traveling going…”
“Fine,” I told her.
Just fine.
Until next time.
“I suck at life.” — My Homeless Sign
