Residentially Challenged

The "H Word"

The dehumanizing experience, that in the English language, we affectionatly refer to as "homelessness" transpires well beyond the literal meaning of the word to have no home, or to have less home (in relative comparison to the rich fuck-sticks out there that do have homes...in case there was any confusion)" to concepts, truisms, sterotypes, clecays, and even deeper mindfucking pardoxes that rival the imigations of the highest paid criminal defense attorneys money can buy...because the truth is often stranger then any fiction".

The experience is almost undescrible, as the lexuarys you once enjoyed to address your badic needs are ripped from your arms, ad your cast out into a malstrum leading you back into the dark ages. L@ to sum it up...your either treated like a leper or a charity case...so you would be fucked no matter what.

The "h-word", is the last archaic English word, that stereotypes a person into being labeled a "sub-human piece of shit" while similtaniosly providing the speaker of the h word with a pass so as to not be written off as a judgemental bigget, a racist, or a cold hearted asshole...kinda like a Republican or a Democrat.

This brings up an interesting observation about the relationship of etomolgy, which is the study of the evolution of language, and the ebb and flow of society and culture that we call 20th century American history.

Bum, transiant, hobo, gypse, drop-out, tramp, travelor, hippie, no mad, vaggabond, in betweener, couch surfer, street urchin, homeless.

None of these words conjures to the mind any image that models success, happiness or health...however any given one of these words ( if not all of them in the case of your humble narrorator) could be used to describe any one of the characters in the short stories, however,this would come at the expense of grossly undervalue, underappricate, and under estimateing the denizens of the streets, forever
doomed to life void of hope, meaning, and on demand showering.

Many who were once janitors, rose up the ranks of dignity to become custodians, only to have a metamorphase again to become sanitational engineers. The once ridiculed butt pirate now walks with pride as cisgendered homosexuals, yet the homeless are still waiting to evolve into the residentaly challenged.

Where some argue petty semantics, a homeless bum would unlikely be invited to dinner, but our residentially challenged breathen would surely be offered a chance to sponser a little brother...homless are just bums are a public nusens that should be put to sleep...just like Jesus...because he was homless too.

So does this mean that some bums are called god, butt others get the cops called instead? What the fuck?

Well..how long does it take to do three days in jail?" Thats a question one should get use to asking as public nonsense are often just shuffled around like tarrot cards at an eccentric girlfriends house.

Well..fuck em then...bums asked for it anyway right? Drank them selves there or gambled it away, maybe played in a jazz band? Are preconceived notions about our hum bum friends from the streets cant be wrong can they?

I remeber the special about dope fiends and grass heads that end up on the streets. They steps they took to get them there, and the choices we make they keep us there.

These preconceived notions fed by stereotypes for information and parents that were prejudice and despite the fact that in the ultimate sense it is what it is and the relative sense these "bums" were people like your mom your dad somebody sister somebody's girlfriend somebody's boyfriend real life people people you would have lived next door to, and now you have to take a moment to remind yourself that these indeed are really people.

So how did it come to this and where will it go??? That is the interesting part of our story, but before we get there, lets tie up a few more loose ends shall we?

For many the first and most important step in realizing that your life is now totally fucked, is being able to look at yourself in the mirror, at the truck stop that you now live in, and say to yourself "my life is totally fucked"

Now this may seem rather obvious and simple, like a four year old remembering his birthday, but for the rest, it becomes a laboring task, like a cop filling out basic paperwork that requires the brain to recall its badge number.

Embarrassment sprinkled lightly with a pinch of remorse will be the appitizer of this meal..."What will my friends think? Do I tell my boss I was 45 mins late because the line to use the showers at the state beach was bussier then expected? Am I allowed to date women from the civilized world? Or is it strictly just bush girls and dumpster chicks from now on?"

As the fledling humbug mulls this rotten thought over, the main course of blame served rare with a side of delusional homicidal revenge is served, with a bottle of Charles Shaw orgaic chardinay (still on a budget here). "They had no reason to fire me, and with all the money i have tied down in this loan,

The mind recoils in horror when romantic image of the dumpster bum that you have been fantasizing about your whole life, is indeed your future...are you ready for the challenges?