I MISS EVERYONE

This is 18 days homeless i must call my mother and sisters and let them know that i am OK,selfish of me not to have called them before now, i will explain everything to them now that i have been on the streets (homeless ) for these many days, feels like a life time. so i have learned how to sleep with my eyes open, my ears wide open and how to keep my body tense and ready, the weather has held good for me so far but looking up in sky i can see Luna tilted so rain should be coming soon, must find some plastic and shelter for the damp times. i thought being under a tree during the rain might be a good idea till i remembered the lightning,so where can i hang till the rain is gone and what if it rains all night. i started watching some of the homeless men again and i noted that they hang out around the supermarkets during the rain, so taking that hint from them i spotted a supermarket in the posh hood, had on clean tennis shoes and carted me bod over to the sit down to eat outside under the roof area and started to read the newspaper i had found in the parking lot.(it was one dated 2 days ago but that is really OK cause no one really notices what you're reading) this was just for image, it worked nobody bothered me and the rains came pouring down. i had only spent in 18days three of my 20 dollars, and i spent that for phone calls to my mother and sisters. i noticed that because i did not smoke or drink alcohol i did not spend a lot of money, i began to question why i spent so much when i was not a homeless, that is very strange to me. the rains continued for at least 2 hours and in that 2 hours hanging out at the supermarket was quite an experience. i watched the posh people come to the (automatic take money= ATM machine) wow have you ever watched people when they handle money at a machine, some of them talk to the machine, some smile at it , this one man came to the machine with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and cotton and wipe down the whole machine before he would touch it with his hands, and another womon had a mirror that she would hold up and look behind her as she put or took out of the machine what she needed. i saw this womon drop her identification out of her purse and had not noticed what had happened i thought if no one mentions this to her i would but i did not have to another womon behind her tapped her on the shoulders (she jumped a mile) and pointed to her i.d. on the ground. these two men got into an argument about who got to the machine first and while they were arguing this womon went up to the machine and got what she needed. no one really paid any attention to me sitting there it was though i was invisible, i had a friend who once told me if you sit perfectly still and wear dark colors very few people would even see you, so i did that and found out that she was correct, no one noticed. the rains stopped i still had to find somewhere sleep but i knew it would not be during the day today so i eyed where i was as a potential bedroom for the night, i watched to see how often the cops made their rounds, not many cops make rounds here at the posher's supermarket, this may be the perfect sleep spot for tonight. i got up went into the store, the business was picking up strange how people really go mad for shopping when the rain stopped, they came into the store as though an announcement had been made about food running out, i decided to note what they were buying, maybe because it was a Friday they were shopping so, i looked in their buggies and wow, sodas, juices drinks (not juice) chips, candies, (i never really realized how much junk food Americans eat, (wow if you want to make a lot of money make junk food), they kept the deli busy (buying the dead animals and their parts and by products),in the produce sections it was me and maybe 3 others the rest of the bodies there were the workers stacking produce, i thought i would busy myself by asking questions of the workers i asked to speak to the produce manager he came out and i asked him how could i tell the fruits and veggies that were gmo, conventionally grown or organic, he looked first of all at my shoes (i could tell they met with his approval) he looked at me with a stern face and started talking about hydroponically grown tomatoes,( i waited till he was finished and asked again), i could tell he was not to please but he told me if i came back later in the day or tomorrow he would have all the answers for me. i said to myself i already know how that's what those numbers on the stickers on the fruits and veggies are suppose to tell but most folks do not know that those numbers have no meaning unless the fruits and or veggies were grown in the United States of America, but you know i did not say all this i said thank you and continued looking at the produce, i love looking at produce, tomorrow i am going to go to the market where they gather and sell all the produce just to be around it , i think this is a carry over from my young days working with my father selling from the produce truck that he owned. interesting how scents can trigger old memories.