I'm sure you already guessed that yesterday was another fuck-the-human-race day for me. Actually, some days I just don't want to say anything to anyone because I've nothing new or interesting to offer.
Homelessness (you remember I'm homeless, right?) is very much like that movie Groundhog Day: a tedious repetition of mostly boring and stressful non-events, occasionally punctuated by true terror. I wake up, go to my storage unit to prepare for the day, then I loiter at a nearby New Seasons to watch my drug addicted peers brazenly shoplift or neighborhood yuppies act entitled, after which I usually chase some free food or pick up some bottles and cans or go to a (recovery) meeting; sometimes I run errands (e.g. wash a load of laundry or work on my bike), sometimes I just sit in my truck and play games on my phone or read … and eventually I go to bed. I suppose everybody's life is like this, only not so soul-crushingly aimless. Being disabled and unemployable sure doesn't help.
A far cry from your busy schedule! In fact, I noticed you haven't gone golfing lately. My uncle and my grandfather really enjoyed playing golf. At the time I didn't get it, but I was a teenager; now that I'm older and my body’s way too battered to do things like inline hockey or roller derby (fun stuff!), golf seems like something I wouldn't mind trying. Still, golf courses seem like a sinful waste of valuable real estate, and it's definitely not a sport for poor folk like me. Hehe, how about I challenge you to a game of foosball instead?
Just about anything, even Butts Up, seems like a much better use of your time than eulogizing the late pseudo-Nazi blowhard Charlie Kirk. Yeah, I get that he was in your corner, and that you're all about appreciating those who are in your corner … but the guy was a moron, whose head was full of bigoted small-minded garbage; even the guy’s Christianity was nothing but cherry-picking the most vile bits from that dogpile of a book called The Bible (I was a board member of a Pentecostal Church, a long time ago! Can you believe that?). His argumentation style was that of a negative attention-seeking sophist: there was no humility, compassion, or reason behind his words. Still, it sucks that he got shot. What the fuck is with us Americans assaulting and murdering those whose opinions differ from ours? Fucking savages.
Anyway, I suppose I should roll out of my truck and do something constructive. I've been laying down for three hours trying to take a nap, but yesterday's COVID-19 booster has made my body too sore to get properly comfortable. Besides, I need to take photos of my ID so I can enroll in an online outpatient drug and alcohol program — for some reason each in-person option I've checked out didn't appeal to me. Anyway, Mr. President, go out there and play a little golf, take a load off! Maybe invite Erika Kirk, grab some of that sweet sugar snatch … call it spiritual healing!
