DAY 14

No one can be mean all the time, i do not think so. there has to be some measure of humanness in all of us at some time or the other or is that really so or is it something i would like to be true,cause if that is true how do you explain Hitler, Slavery in America, Misogyny, Mussolini,Chavez, and on and on ad nausea um, perhaps these are simply quirks in development there are some good notable humans although it seems as though they are hard to remember, why is it we remember the ass hole of humanity and let the names of the good people slip through our memory sieves. well i am off to another hood today enough of this one i am going to the posh hoods just have to figure out where and how. i walked from where i was to about 20 city blocks and arrived in a posh hood just in time to see the working posh get in their fancy cars and head off (i guess to work) not sure what posh people do in the early morning hours when they dress up and get in their cars, i know in the hood when folks do that they are usually going to work so i guess the poshers are doing the same. i saw a lot ta of fancy cars but none that i had not seen in the hood, the difference is the folks here are not only in fancy cars but they are dressed up in designer everything, (is there designer underwear)? i thought to myself wow their garbage should be full of good things, now to get to their garbage without being spotted there is the real art. so anyway i do not look like a homeless today i have on cleans shoes (that is always important in America, you can stink as long as you have on clean shoes,isn't that the weirdest thing you have ever heard of ?) so clean shoes the blouse i have on i found at a clothes recycling bin that was running over with donated clothing and had not yet been picked up, (i think the homeless fairies left it there for me) and the pants were there also so i am clean and fully squeaking so now here goes. first place i went to in the posh hood was a health food store again if thought i would do the same thing i did in the last H.F. store i went to so i went in again to the produce area asked to speak to the produce manager who was (thanks to the goddess a womon) i told her that i would like to do some work in exchange for some food and it could be any kind of work, she said follow me and i went with her to the produce area where veggies are cleaned, she said she could not let me work in the store because of insurance issues but she found work for me outside it was the same work i had done at the other store but in this case it was the attitude of the womon that was so very soft and accepting, no scolding about being around to often, as a matter of fact she told me that if i wanted to clean the outside every morning to be there by 6 a.m. and she would allow me to do the work for food. i did this and wow the food she gave me was awesome i asked her not to give me anything that had to be cooked, so she gave me already prepared food and some fruits she also gave me something to drink. i finished up the work got the food and went to the front of the store where everybody sits and eat and ate, full a tick i contemplated on a place to sleep, it was still daytime and i needed to get some sleep before night. i went to the public park it was a small neighborhood one no one was there so i planted my stuff under a tree, sat down under it pull out a newspaper that i had found and started to pretend as though i was reading it this gave me time to scope out the park, i had been there for about an hour cop car came through i looked at them a woman and a man nodded good morning and smiled that worked they did the same and even told me to have a good day. now was it the newspaper the shoes the clean clothes or the posh hood that caused them to leave me be. i did not know nor did i care i guess it would be another hour or two before they made their rounds again and that would be just enough time for me to get a couple hours of sleep i guess right i fell asleep and awoke to the sounds of children playing in the sandbox not with their mothers at their side but the nannies that was fine with me because the nannies in this part of the world are almost always wimmin of color and i knew that they would not bother nor report me so i went back to sleep and slept till the sun started burning my face i woke up in time to see the cop car coming down the streets i knew it was time to move on and i did. i feel great i am full well rested and on the move again, gotta get to a bathroom, back to a supermarket but i need no food water yes but no food. interesting enough in the supermarket in the posh hood the poshers buy the same things that people in the hood buy but they look at the food and each other differently well it appears to be different, they complain about the help more, they walk around as though they have everything all together, when they talk to each other they talk about their pools cars TVs (sorry entertainment centers) their new gidgets and gadgets their new shoes clothes,rings, hairdo's and don'ts, their involvement in games sports trips i mean just about everything one could think of is talked about, the one thing i did notice about them is the look in their eyes, seldom did i see a real light coming from their eyes even when they smiled it was only on their lips never in their eyes. i think i understand what is meant by the eyes reflect the soul of the body,wow never thought i would see this while being homeless what a trip and as my mother would say no that is a vacation, wow haven't heard from my alter for a long time since i have been homeless wonder what happen to her, do i miss her i think i do, the wild thing is i can not call her to me she comes when she pleases.