Tuesday, September 16, 2014
- Noticed a Asian girl in a fully packed, slot machine section of the casino. Its impossible to explain, but I already knew she was homeless. I have never been wrong. And this time, I was still right. She had on the whitest shoes - Brand new. She happened to turn around and I said hello. She said hello and we did the - hows it going, what you doing here etc etc. We sat. Talked. I'm homeless. You homeless. When I was a girl I wanted to be a pediatrician. blah blah blah. She wasn't very coherent with her speech. 3 lines that made sense, one line of gibberish. But she smiled allot and was friendly enough.
I gave her 5 dollars to play the slots. She lost.
Walked around. Gave her 5 more dollars to play the slots. She lost.
It is rare to meet an another Asian homeless. I do see them. There is 3-4 that show up at the soup kitchen St. Leo everyday. But you never see the homeless befriend each other. So, I don't care if this crazy, smiling, gibberish speaking girl is losing my money....she is Asian and I'm going to befriend her.
Oh geez, now I'm out of 5's so I gave her a 10 to play the slots. She lost.
Ok, fuck this shit. I am just about broke myself. I can't afford this. Hey, my 20 dollar make a friend effort.
So I told her I'm tired and going to my van to rest. While telling her that, I was holding $33 slot ticket.
She suddenly grabs my wrist and demands my slot ticket. No
She says she not letting go. She wants that slots ticket. A serious look on her face. Where did the smiling go? No
I want the ticket. In this split second, it dawned upon me....What would normal people do. You got a crazy woman grabbing your wrist. Things are about to get serious. She has raised her voice a little. You don't want to cause a commotion because you would like to return everyday to the casino and eat food. What do you do?
In a calm voice. A evil gaze. A look of anger. A growl of the voice. "Girl, get your hand off my wrist right now. Let go or you going to get kicked out of the casino." She let go.
Its all in the presentation.
But that was not what I wanted to write about. I need to update on the progress of the website. There is so much to tell. This evening I"m going to a meeting of local nerds. See if I can find one that will help. And when I RSVP to go, I wrote I"m homeless. This should be interesting. But now to why I wanted to write today.
The soup kitchen at St. Leo Church. The line stretches against the wall around the eating area. Around shoulder height, on these walls are tiles. Thousands of tiles. All different color. Mostly painted by children. Paintings of flowers, oceans, and the countless amazing imaginations of children. I can see it now...Children, paint in these tiles. It will raise the spirit of the homeless that come in here.
They are all very colorful tiles with paintings and you can almost see yourself as child, in school, painting.
Most of these tiles are done by children. As I walked the line to get my food, 2 of these tiles stood out to me. Maybe because both of them were not paintings. They were words. Or maybe because what the words said.
First tile. Done by a child's brush.
"Don't look down on someone unless you going to help them up"
Second tile. In neat letters done by an adult.
"Happy Birthday Amanda. Miss you. Love Mom"
Saturday, September 6, 2014
A few months ago, I lost the room I was renting. With no place to go and no job, I was lost. So on my way south, I stopped in Tacoma and have not left. I park at 14th and G street. This is homeless heaven. It doesn't get any better than this. I been homeless all over the country and this is Ritz Carlton. On the south side of G street is the Church ST. Leo, where I eat breakfast and lunch. On the North side of the street is the Guadalupe House where I take a shower m-f at 11 am. 2 blocks away is the public library to get your daily dose of stench from other homeless people and charge the cellphone. Across from St. Leo is the Small Business Administration, where I sought out a mentor for my website. 3 blocks down is the YMCA - Free showers, free towels and a sauna. And where I'm parked is a Garden with an amazing view, and this is whats happening in the Garden every Thursday.
Last month, this tiny half street oasis held a block party. In the middle of the most dangerous city of the NW, moments of community. A family of 5. Native women with a white man and 3 daughters happened to walk by. I ended up playing badminton with them in the middle of the street till the sun went below the horizon. I apologized to them, it was getting dark and they have to take the equipment back to the church. The 6 year old responded "Thank you. That was fun. That is the most fun we had all summer." ......That was the most fun we had all summer. ....Those words still embed in my mind
yesterday, I stood to wait for a shower. This is my view. Tranquility.
But wait, there is more to this oasis! Yes there is more and even more incredulous! Downtown Tacoma is right next to the Puyallup Indian tribe. So what does a Indian tribe do if its right in the middle of a city? It build a casino. Yes, in the middle of Tacoma is a casino. Well Tacoma smells and income is not high. So what do they do to attract people? They have a promotion. The promotion is, if you hang around the casino for 2 hours, we will give you $25 worth of free food. Yes, hang around for 2 hours and you can get any food, any way you want for $25 and you can even take it to-go if you choose. And we even have a buffet. Yes to make it more convenient, we will price the buffet at exactly $24.95. If a normal buffet not going to get you to show up, we will make the buffet all-you can -eat Lobster on Sunday and Wednesday! Yes All you can eat Lobster! hahahaha.
How ironic. You are homeless but you get to eat lobster! hahahaha. I see a bee line of the homeless people walking casino. They figured no one can sit around for 2 hours and do nothing. These people sit around and do nothing just for a shower! 2 hours is nothing.
Does it getting any better for the homeless?
One homeless guy and 3 catholic workers attempting badminton. LOL
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
I really didn't want to start blogging. But discovered there is a blogger app and well, I do have a one downtime doing nothing. Mind as well be here writing about nonsense.
I've been living in my van for a couple months in Tacoma. If you going to be homeless, choose tacoma. More on how fantastic tacoma for the homeless is later. Oh and if you are a drug addict, it appears the whole downtown industry is drugs trade. Tons of black folks with no jobs and yet somehow have money and women in and out. Not saying blacks are drug dealers, but I see what I see.
I decided to jump on and write because, I'm waiting to take a shower At the guadalupe house. Typical wait is an hour. All the street people waiting, well guess when people stand around wait...? They open there mouths.
One older gentlemen seems pretty normal. Yet everyday, eventually the conversation always gets to how he is will be getting a big 179k check from the va. How his ex took hi business.. etc etc. Everyday the same topic.
You got the 50-60 year old philipina lady coming around. Sitting on the porch with the homeless. Tries to talk to one black man after another. Over heard her talking to one homeless black man she wanted him to come back to the apartment.
Yes, loneliness is a bitch. Old philipina trying to pickup homeless black men.
Well, she's not ad bad as the guy in fishing hat. Has a different woman he walks around. He was walking around with Carrie. They attend church sermon service. Then they stopped walking together and Carrie told me he was touchy feely and just want to her to do things. She's not into that.
Well he eats at the soup kitchen almost everyday. He Carrie around Like 3 bags. Always walking with some different woman he meets. And yes he live in an apartment. But man, if you going to do that, please don't attend church. Go pickup normal women in a normal church.
Just because we poor don't mean we want to sleep with you because you got an apartment.
Lonliness, more powerful than love.
Monday, March 4, 2013
|Me getting a second helping of rice.|
Uggghh!! Them 2 Asian guys bug me so much whenever I see them. They show up when there is good food and skip the days when they serve nasty burgers. I purposely stare at one of them. Of course he never looks up.
On that note...I am dangerously close to be a fraud. I mean, I now have 2 vehicles and a job. My landlord asked me about this. My answer to her??
All these organizations helping people...I am exactly the kind of person they want to help. It is I who they want using their service.
Are these organizations doing what they do in hopes you stay homeless?
They want to see someone rise up from the ashes. These services main goal is to hope someone decides to end the "doing nothing with my life". There main goal is to help someone who wants to get up and be a contributor.
|This breaded fish was good. (Millionaire's Club)|
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
They feed the homeless every week and there is always a waiting list of people waiting to help out. That's how full they get. To me, they are the real people.
They go and help people for nothing in return. Nothing. Except to be human. They are not a religious group that perform certain deeds for a chance at heaven. Nor are they a corporation doing for publicity or a tax right off.
Humans are such interesting animals. What makes certain ones not give a shit of another human. While standing next to another human that wants to love him.
Where I park is in the back of the driveway along the side of the house. I am close to the back and only 10 feet from the backdoor sliding door. And yet for 2 months she left the sliding door locked. I am forced to walk down a 60 feet driveway to the street. I am basically paraded to the street where the houses accross the street can see a guy getting out of his van and then walk up to the house with towel. Come out of the house obviously have taken a shower. It could all be hidden if I just walk 10 feet to the back sliding door. Oh well. It is what it is. I am lucky for what I have. I am not complaining. No sir.
Well then she gets a cat. Then the landlord gets another cat. And guess what...for the sake and happiness of the cats, she leaves a 6 inch opening for the cats to get in and out of the house. So now we have a constant open sliding door in the back. And no there is no "stick" at the end of the door as security bar. It is wide freaken open.
So basically, for cats.... an unlocked door. For a man...oh its getting locked. And being the stubborn man that I am, I keep parading to the front of the house for the whole world to see rather than use the unlocked backdoor. For she has unlocked it for the cats. Not for me.
Though its a bit of just observation, Please, I am still amazed at the trust this lady has. She is still admired by me for her trust in human beings. But cats still are higher on the list. lol