Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Birthday Reflections ... 2017



Birthday Echoes….



Reflections of Life on the Streets



Another birthday today, August 15th …Mine. Marking this my 16th one on the streets.

Being put out on the streets just a couple weeks after my birthday on September 1, 2000...

so this is Heading into my 17th year of life living, or rather merely existing along the seams
of humanity, on the streets, and this Holiday Season of 2017 will mark my 18th one

having to it endure it on the streets, once more.



Another birthday, more echoes from the past.  And this past year

has been one of the roughest I have endured, especially in terms physically.

It’s just another day on the streets, though, and wondering if it is a day

that has ever actually meant anything. 


This year has been much harder to contend with because of the

excessively excruciating deep burning that continually sears through my chest


as though I have swallowed gasoline followed by a lit match, while scalding liquid


is poured down my throat and hot coals placed down my chest as a flame thrower shoots up


and scorches through my digestive tract from my stomach.  That is a direct result of employees'


actions from not using proper hygiene when making and preparing other people’s food,


who have no other option for eating other than prepared foods because there is no kitchen


to make, prepare, cook and store your own foods, so you have to rely on the food prep done by others.



Never knowing if the preparer practices good hand washing

before making food for others.  But more often than not, that is not the case,

as I have literally seen dozens of employees returning to work after using the restroom….


And never touch the sink to wash their hands.


Adding more insult to injury.  Nearly half my life has been lived on the streets….

and it is truly no way to live.  Your life becomes meaningless, and purposeless.  Living in extreme


pain 24/7 beats the hell out of you, while life itself takes cares of the rest. 


A Birthday is supposed to be a “Celebration of Life”, but this is not a life to celebrate,

not in the truest sense of that meaning.  Really hard to find much of anything to celebrate,


much less a day that marks a birth that was never welcome to begin with. 



My Birthday Wish…..

just something I can no longer even dream about; a Real Home. 


Something that offers warmth, comfort, security, peace of mind and


most important… PRIVACY.  When your life is lived on the streets, makes no difference how


you got there, you find privacy is a cruel joke.  It does not exist when your life is lived in public, 24/7. 


And it matters not what you need to do, it is all viewed on the biggest networks on the planet.


So my birthday wish…. A Life that Matters, a Purpose and Meaning to my existence that extends


beyond the streets where my life has been delegated to for an indefinite sentence all because I


refused to “service” a despicable landlord who forced me onto the streets


by and through his illegal actions.

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