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Interlude: A Walk around the Block

July 19, 2012
Vagabond Ted is taking a break tonite because he’s concerned the “storee” for Gill doesn’t have a happy ending. Went out for a quiet dinner away from the ever present glare of the zombie stare and tried a new restaurant. Anonymity is a first cousin to solitude and when you can entertain both together again for a moment, enjoying a nice meal, one can regenerate enough to tackle Gill’s story. I did just that and thought I was done, before I took my walk around the block.

John after a hard day’s work, and just a hard day.

Another beautiful summer night here in Anytown, US which turns sleeping outdoors from tolerable to almost pleasurable. An occasional shower, rumble of distant thunder or flash of lightning still keeps a vagabond wary and not quite ready to forgo all the comfort their favorite doorway brings. Being such a nice midsummer night, I had to walk around and say hi to the friends I found in their regular spots.

John here is just tired of looking for work. He’s up at the “temporary labor pool” Plaid
Eleven to Seven pickup spot each morning to get bartered for a day’s cash, hopes he picks an honest Joe and the job ahead isn’t too hazardous, and jumps on the back of the pickup. This time of year is good since there’s lots of illegal employers with true red blooded American managers looking to skirt payroll tax and safety laws to pad their quarterly bonus and corporation’s bottom line. See, it taint jist farmers that don’t like contributin to the system. Thare’s 500 er so corporatiuns jist by thr measurmint ewe’awls lieks ta follow that makes shore they taint contributin what thare supposed to neither! Sorry, can’t even step away for a bathroom break without political commentary mysteriously appearing here from my friend!

Anyway, John works the work, collects his cash, hopes he’s back in time for the “formal dinner” down the street, and try’s to stash some $ away in his safety spot before he has his couple of bumps, hangs up his slacks, and unrolls his bed. Tonight he skipped his stash and had more than his usual two so I didn’t bother to say hi.

Darion: just another day in a hard life.

Darion here isn’t as lucky as John. His gout is now so bad he cant work and barely makes it to his daytime hideaway each day. He’s too afraid of the “system” to ask for help and has good reason to be. For him like many of my friends, it’s the system they blame for dumping them here. If the most important person in your life, or institution when you don’t have people, violates the trust and faith you slowly allow yourself to have in them, you don’t easily go back. At least after the second, third, or fourth violation. A familiar doorway, close proximity to the watchful eye of your other homeless friends, and easy access to your cabbies corner that sneaks you free lifts is much more comfortable than the vindictive “rules” that a “habitual offender” faces if he challenges those with “power”. You can find Darion here almost every night. There’a allot of power “ouwt thare” that keeps him here.

ReJoyce!  Always a smile, always a book in her hands.  The street Angel.

Joyce. ReJoyce! Always a smile on her face, never a heartache shows, and nary a complaint. She’s my favorite and such a sweetheart, I wish I could bring her home every night. Sadly, my house isn’t big enough and actually seems to be shrinking, but that’s another storee….

She loves to read and can probably hold a conversation about any contemporary author better than anyone. If ewe douwn’t balieve me, stop by, aisk, and strike up one with her. She’d love it an ewe’d shore have yur eyes opined abit!

There he goes again. Think Vagabond Ted doesnt want me getting too close to Joyce because he wants ta keep her storee quiet for a spell and write it himself. So many vagabond storees ta tell, so much attention to attempt ta bring to the cause. I better give up the column fer the night an turn it back over to him. I know how challenging that storee about Gill he needs to finish really is because I unfortunately, already know the ending. Thanks for letting me fill in and take my walk around the block tonight.

Plain Ole Ted

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