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.
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.
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….
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
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.
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.
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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