I am ok with no responses. I soulfully need to write all of that out. I am actually hugely relieved I have no responses to respond to, as often they
are pot shots at my grammer or meandering train of information presentation.
Not a cry for help but a sigh of exasperated frustration not up to the discouragement level of Rant, and definately very very Grey.
Is that Gray or Grey? Why did they change it and what is the difference between the two? Anyways,
This spewing was spawned/inspired by a non involved altercation that occurred in the early evening hours last night, wherin an aging addict or mental
patient or drunk-(too hard to tell), ranting and raving after a young teenaged girl who had failed to stop and listen to his loud and crazy babbling,
decided to spot me and come my way as my roommate and I were in wait outside a soup kitchen. I had been trying to watch the canadian train which was
running silently through town. I like to look at the grafitti. An artwork experience.
But so this man comes up hollering and hollering and overlaying whatever it was he had been spewing and responding at the girl-as if I were her. I
didn't acknowledge him or enter into participating and kept trying to watch my train as if he were not there. He kept circling on my blind side and
screaming at me as if I were actually a participant in this fantasy land conversation with him.
He kept saying don't you judge me! Only god judge me! Don't you judge me C (omitted)! Not you, I don't mean you. I mean her. B!
He came within 2 feet a few times at my back. So I looked at my partner realizing I hadn't my phone-and held out my hand.
A lock blade drops into it.
I finally manage to communicate that I need the phone-still having not 'made a connection' with the screaming crazy man, who was intermittantly
behaving in I can only describe as a Golem hunchback. Truly possessed. Not at all entertaining.
The police who responded *knew* the man-which was good because I shure didn't. By the time he showed up however so did about 8 of crazy mans'
friends. So it was there I learned a bit about the mentality of things as all of these people who hadn't been there to begin with said he hadn't
just been terrorizing the neighborhood. As well crazy man was lying as if I had just came along and started to harass him!
So then came on the arguement with what can only be the homeless recovering crackhead association who appears to be coming to the NA around the corner
to buy their dope while sucking up the system's 'clean and sober' programs.
It's taken me a few instances at that soup kitchen to realize it's proximity to it's neighborhood is probably more of a risk than the benifit of
What does that have to do with my upbringing of out-thinking the operators attempts at hypnotism? Just that I've noticed my fuse is getting
Luckily my block is more on the alcoholic side of town. Can't beat the rent.