The pungent aroma filled my nostrils like the morning dew. Unfortunately for me, the warm steady streams of three other dirty, putrid homeless people followed it. It’s known as a poor man’s shower on the streets. When you don’t wake up early enough; well, good luck. A friend once told me, “Friendship is like pissing yourself, everyone see’s it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings. Well shit, I must have a lot of friends I don’t know about in New York.
I pull the plastic up to cover my face; I think it’s a trash bag. Or what’s left of it anyways. But last night, it was my bathroom, living room and my home.
“Go to hell!” I yell in an attempt to liberate me from my newfound friends.
“Well buddy, you’re holding a trash bag over your face while laying under a bridge, I think you’re already there.” I could here his buddies laughing as they walked away.
No respect, why don’t they get that we are all sailing in the same boat; living off peoples scraps and pitying the working class into giving us a couple sense for a donut at the nearest gas station. But they did have a point, I mean, how much worse can it really get?
I pull the plastic up to cover my face; I think it’s a trash bag. Or what’s left of it anyways. But last night, it was my bathroom, living room and my home.
“Go to hell!” I yell in an attempt to liberate me from my newfound friends.
“Well buddy, you’re holding a trash bag over your face while laying under a bridge, I think you’re already there.” I could here his buddies laughing as they walked away.
No respect, why don’t they get that we are all sailing in the same boat; living off peoples scraps and pitying the working class into giving us a couple sense for a donut at the nearest gas station. But they did have a point, I mean, how much worse can it really get?