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The Overnight Shift at a Homeless Shelter

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Once a month or so, I sleep with men.

Fourteen or 15 usually. We sleep on mats, the men on the floor of the gym and me on the floor of the storage room off the little kitchen by the gym. Before the men arrive, the other winter shelter host and I put the mattresses out on the gym floor and a chair beside each one so the men can put whatever they have somewhere. We get out juice and cheese and crackers and instant soup and peanut butter and jelly so they can make themselves a snack. Some of the men, as soon as they arrive, go straight to sleep, but some of them want to stay up and read the paper, if one of us remembers to bring it, or watch a video on the TV in the kitchen, though mostly we just hang around together. The men are there because the downtown shelter where they usually go has "overflow" in the winter, so other places, mostly churches, open up for them.

This past January, the One Night Count conducted by the Seattle/King County Coalition on Homelessness found almost 9,000 people needed beds. Around 2,736 people were sleeping on the streets, in doorways or cars or tents or under trees or on the sidewalk. More than 6,000 spent that night in shelters or transitional housing. These numbers, of course, do not include everyone who doesn't have a bed; some people hide from people who want to count them. As low as these numbers are, though, they're up about 5 percent from last year.

Shelters cater to different populations: families, kids, women, single men. The St. Martin de Porres Shelter, where the guys we get come from, serves single men over the age of 50. Every night, 212 of them sleep there.

After my cohost and I set up the mats, we drive the van down to St. Martin de Porres to get the men. Outside the shelter, a bunch of guys are standing, smoking, waiting for their rides. Getting to go to an overflow church is good—they're smaller than shelters, quieter, boutique hotels by comparison, where maybe for a while you can feel a little less a part of a mob.

In the back room of St. Martin de Porres, a couple hundred mattresses are lined up on the floor. The mats are foam, a few inches thick, and covered in thick light-green plastic. They're only a few inches apart from each other in rows. There's a row flush against the wall and then a row in front of them and then a row in front of that all the way across the room to the other wall. Men and their stuff are all over the place, and there isn't much room to move. Some guys lie on their mats with their eyes closed, asleep or trying to be, or sit up reading or talking or just staring into space. I don't want to think about whatever it is they're thinking. Some of the guys aren't back here, though, but in the front room where the TV is. Tonight it's one of the Lord of the Rings movies, and everything is green and clean and pretty, and all the people are handsome and fit and have good teeth, and none of the guys are watching it.

I go up to the desk and say where we're from, and the guy behind the desk shouts out for the woman with the list. In a minute, she's there. She's short and strong and wearing a fuzzy gray rabbit-ear hat. She shouts the name of our church and heads outside with the list, and a bunch of guys follow her. She stands by the van and reads off the names of the guys who are coming to us. The list is written by hand in big block red-ink letters on a page torn from a notepad. This is not an iPad kind of place.

A couple of our guys hoist the bags of blankets into the back of the van, then everyone climbs in. After the guys sleep on them tonight, the blankets will get sent back to the shelter in the morning and get "burned," that is, cleaned really hard so the next guys who sleep beneath them won't get germs.

On the van ride, my cohost introduces herself and me ("my sidekick"). She's nice and direct and funny, and she's been volunteering at our church's winter shelter for more than 20 years. That's about when she and some other parishioners decided they wanted to do something practical about homelessness. Someone at church knew someone at St. Martin de Porres, so they partnered with them. A private donor pays about $10,000 a season for food, cleaning supplies, and gas; the church donates the gym.

When the guys arrive, we show them around—where the coffee is, the snack stuff, the TV. One time, when somebody spilled something and I got out the mop and started mopping, a guy I'd met there before and talked with a lot told me to stop. "We can clean up our own messes," he said and grabbed the mop from me. "You just relax. Fix yourself something to eat." He nodded at the sandwich stuff. "I mean it," he smirked, playing with me, and pointed very pointedly at the sandwich stuff. "All right, all right!" I laughed. He laughed too and went back to mopping. I made myself a sandwich and one for him, and when he finished with the mop, he sat down beside me. We ate our sandwiches together and we talked.

Some of the guys don't like to talk, but some of them do. One guy told me about when he repaired airplanes in the military but then he had to quit when he got injured, and then about his daughters' work—one teaches grade school, one's training for dental tech, and when they can afford it, they've promised to get him a house. One guy was reading The Secret and told me all about how "positive thinking" and "universal laws of attraction" can get you what you want and how he was moving to California because he thought he could find work. One guy knew a ton about film noir, and another one knew all about Watergate. One guy kept saying if he could just get the money for one night in a hotel with her, his ex-girlfriend might give him another chance. One guy kept taking cruddy old wilted plastic bags out of his pockets and talked about the other guys who relied on him to bring them what no one else ate.

The lights go out in the gym at 10 p.m. and the TV goes off at 11. Most everyone is asleep by then, but the rest of us say good night to each other, I'll see you in the morning.

The first night I slept there, I didn't sleep much. I lay in the dark and listened. I could hear some guys snoring through the walls, and the bus going by and the rain. I lay in the dark and thought a bunch about different places where I've slept. A million different rentals and apartments and houses when I was growing up, then dorms and apartments with friends then boyfriends and girlfriends. Group houses, summer sublets, hotels, apartments, trains. I've never once, not ever in my life, not had a safe and decent place to sleep.

We wake the guys up at 6 a.m. so they can have coffee and cereal before we drive them back downtown. The morning after the guy with the mop, he'd already started the coffee before I awoke.

There are only two bathrooms, and 16 of us, so pretty soon there's a line. The line moves pretty quickly, though, because there's only a toilet and a sink, no shower, in each. We stand in the clothes we slept in. The TV is on, and some vapid brunette and an overgrown smiling frat boy are making unfunny jokes and mispronouncing the names of foreign cities. There are weather reports and traffic reports and the sounds of coughing, the toilet flushing, a guy splashing water on his face. Sometimes there are toothbrushes and toothpaste the men can have, but sometimes there are not.

I love people when they wake up in the morning. I love peoples' eyes not yet quite focused and tender and soft and puffy-faced before they have to go out and face the day. I love people standing in front of the coffee pot spaced-out and staring or still half-asleep and trying to tell you what they dreamed and not making sense but telling you anyway.

Because the kitchen can't do much besides boil water, we pass out sack lunches for the guys to take for later. The lunches are made by different volunteers each night and might contain a sandwich, a gift certificate for coffee at McDonald's, a banana, a hard-boiled egg, a candy bar. One time, near Valentine's Day, somebody packed in homemade, heart-shaped, pink-frosted sugar cookies.

My cohost drives the guys downtown and the blankets back to the shelter. I stay behind to clean: I put away food and wipe down the counters and wash the kitchen and bathroom floors. I clean the toilets. I empty the garbage and sweep the gym. I roll up my pillow and sleeping bag and lock up and go home. I go to where I get to live with my alive and healthy spouse, who, by the time I get there, has left for work. We're both employed and own our house, which includes in it a bed I get to sleep in whenever I want. recommended

Rebecca Brown is the author of a dozen books, most recently American Romances (City Lights). To donate time or money to the Seattle/King County Coalition on Homelessness, go to homelessinfo.org.

 

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kitschnsync 1
A very touching and human piece. It's sometimes shocking to me how inured Seattleites are to the homeless people sleeping on our streets.

Thanks for this, Rebecca Brown.
Posted by kitschnsync on April 24, 2013 at 9:39 AM · Report this
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Thank you Rebecca and all other volunteers, humanists and even the folks who just simply donate the money. Peanut Butter & Jelly and a warm bed never sounded so wonderful before.
Posted by Midwest Transplant on April 24, 2013 at 12:31 PM · Report this
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This made me cry.

Timely, too, right after I just got home from QFC, where the checker was laughing about the "weird lady" outside the store. I said, "I think she's homeless" ("you idiot," I should have added.
Posted by Northwest Harvest is a good place to volunteer, too on April 24, 2013 at 12:53 PM · Report this
Cascadian Bacon 4
Once upon a time I spent a few year feeding the homeless. There really are some gems among them, people who have a lot of knowledge and understanding, people who were or could be successful that took a wrong turn, not always on their own accord.

There are also people who will pull a knife on you if you run out of salt.

I learned much about humanity from our most unfortunate citizens.

When I switched from working as a volunteer to a more official social service capacity I saw a whole different very nasty side of many of the same people who had previously been friendly. I honestly felt like I had been deceived.

These days I at least acknowledge the homeless with a "NO" when I am asked for something, but that is about it.
Posted by Cascadian Bacon on April 24, 2013 at 3:46 PM · Report this
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I get a new toothbrush and some toothpaste every time I go to my dentist. I don't use them (I hate spearmint, my toothbrush is electric) and have been collecting them for ten years. Now I know what to do with my collection: it's going to a homeless shelter.
Posted by originalcinner on April 24, 2013 at 5:37 PM · Report this
Texas10R 6
It may seem easy for you (or your "boss") to separate yourself from some of the people depicted in this piece. The very uncomfortable reality is you are not so far away from these fellow human brothers and sisters.

If you're unlucky and get really sick or injured, or if your entire career prospects evaporate as a casualty of cheaper labor offshore, or if there is a seismic shift in the economy, or if your "job" disappears entirely, you could be HOMELESS.

YOU could lose your job because of the biggest economic clusterfuck since the Great Depression––courtesy, in no small part, to the finance industry and their complicit asswipes in Congress and the Whitehouse––leaving you with no means (and no prospect) of financial survival.

You could be momentarily insulated IF you have a strong social support network (family and friends of monetary means) around you, and if that network is able and willing to rally around you. If not, you are ever closer to being HOMELESS.

If you are, by sad chance, and like many of your fellow citizens, beset by health (physical or mental) issues that preclude you from earning enough to keep you in a private domicile, you too may find yourself clinging to the tenuous thread of our shredded, collective "social safety net."

But surely at least, one can and must eat.

America is the most productive food provider on the planet, in all of recorded history...

Too bad.

We collectively waste 40% of our food. And about half of the food we don't waste is squandered by turning otherwise good nutritious commodities into pure over-processed shit like McDonald's fish sandwiches or "Lunchables". Way too much of our food is turned into preprocessed garbage.

Meanwhile, kids (and grown-ups, too) go without decent food. Everyone pays the price (except the mass-agribiz conglomerates) when there is more reliance on "convenience" foods from just five main wholesale "manufacturers."

And people, who otherwise would still have great capacity to contribute to society, are left to rot like the refuse in the dumpsters behind those reeking icons of "fast" food. America's consumer-driven sickness has the foul stench of modern consumer-slavery.

How's THAT for a "value" menu, America?

M-m-m-m-m, good.
More...
Posted by Texas10R on April 24, 2013 at 6:41 PM · Report this
Texas10R 7
@5 "I don't use them (I hate spearmint ... and have been collecting them for ten years...my collection: it's going to a homeless shelter."

You're going to donate some ten-year-old toothpaste to "a homeless shelter"?

What a fucking saint.
Posted by Texas10R on April 24, 2013 at 9:40 PM · Report this
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Thank you for such a positive article. Sad to claim that's it's getting to be pretty rare in The Stranger.
Posted by BernStien on April 24, 2013 at 9:55 PM · Report this
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Dogs in the US receive better treatment than homeless people. The wealthiest nation in the world leaves the mentally ill, addicted, and underprivileged to the chance of whoever feels enough pity to randomly help them. We can send people to the moon, but we can't figure out how to run a civilized society that has compassion and programs for all.

A moving article, well done.
Posted by The 99 percent on April 24, 2013 at 10:56 PM · Report this
In2ishn 10
@5 your thinking is right on though I think I would toss the older toothpaste. I travel often. Everyday I pick up all the toiletries the hotel puts in the bathroom. I'm willing to check a bag on the way home (can't get all that liquid onto carry-on but that's a rant for another day) After a couple months I sort the items by type and donate them to a local women's shelter. It is an easy, cheap, and immediately useful donation.
Posted by In2ishn on April 25, 2013 at 2:18 PM · Report this
Sargon Bighorn 11
Homelessness will continue as long as "Sexual predators" must pay "A debt to society" for ever and ever and ever and ever because the public wants "red line" districts that exclude them. Just thought you should know.
Posted by Sargon Bighorn on April 25, 2013 at 5:48 PM · Report this
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Quite a few moronic comments unworthy of response, so let us attempt to read an article by Matt Taibbi which explains, in a subtle fashion, why there is so much poverty and homelessness today:

http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/new…
Posted by sgt_doom on April 26, 2013 at 1:32 PM · Report this
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A very moving piece. Thank you for your volunteer efforts. I'm sure it means so much to the people you are hosting.
Posted by fotoeve on April 26, 2013 at 5:11 PM · Report this
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" The very uncomfortable reality is you are not so far away from these fellow human brothers and sisters. "

Horseshit. A lifetime of poor choices and burning bridges are needed first.

"Homelessness will continue as long as "Sexual predators" must pay "A debt to society" for ever"

Have sympathy for your neighborhood rapist? No thanks.

How many hobos will Slog's compassion warriors take in tonight? Oh that's right, none.
Posted by Library Hobosexual on April 26, 2013 at 6:06 PM · Report this
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"Homeless" is one of those pc euphemisms that needs to go away. A woman living in her car with her kids to escape an abusive man is homeless in that she wants AND deserves a home. A shit stained "sacred woodcarver" begging in Pioneer Square is not homeless in that he does not deserve a place to live. There is no right to housing for society's human garbage. That's what jails are for. Yes I know you've created that right in your mind so it must exist right? Is there also a right to the internet? Clothing? Television? Where do all these rights come from? If the silly gullible left knew how to separate the actually worthy from the euthanasia candidates like the aforementioned woodcarver they'd have the resources to help all those who deserve it. Instead they objectify them all as victims/tools in their fight against evil capitalism. Ooh so evil.
Posted by Thank You Susanswerphone on April 26, 2013 at 6:12 PM · Report this
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Under the Viaduct, where dirt is our floor. Under the Viaduct, who could ask for more?

Under the viaduct, we'll be drinking our booze, under the viaduct, our sores continue to ooze.

Under the viaduct, down by the bay, we'll be drinking our T-Bird, all through the day.
Posted by P.C. Plod on April 26, 2013 at 9:10 PM · Report this
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"Around 2,736 people were sleeping on the streets"

What's really shocking is there have to be at least 2,736 bleeding heart liberals in Seattle with couches. What gives?
Posted by Must be someone else's problem on April 26, 2013 at 9:25 PM · Report this
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Be careful how you judge #'s 14 & 15, you got it coming!! And #15, are you a cop?

Please more articles like this one!!

And this time, try the women's shelter! Most people who read the Stranger now are on hard times, and with the sequester coming (special thanks to you Obama supporters!!), coming alot more of us are going to have to get mentally prepared for life without a home.
Posted by katm http://www.Ihatefascism.com on April 27, 2013 at 9:54 AM · Report this
Lissa 19
Ho.Ly. Crap, some of you commenters are pretty vile. And delusional if you think this sort of thing couldn't happen to you.
I am always saddened by the distinction some people make between the deserving and the undeserving poor. Suffering is suffering, and it would behoove those who claim to follow Christ to remember that Jesus didn't make any such distinctions.
Helping nice people is easy. Helping rotten, angry, people who will do stupid self destructive shit over and over, is hard.
But it's the right thing to do.
Posted by Lissa on April 27, 2013 at 10:15 AM · Report this
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Any of the moronic anti-poverty, anti-homeless commenters here by any chance comprehend who controls the process of money creation in the USA and how that affords them limitless power?

And why or how they have that unique "right"?

Nope? Didn't think so ......
Posted by sgt_doom on April 27, 2013 at 10:47 AM · Report this
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"Helping nice people is easy. Helping rotten, angry, people who will do stupid self destructive shit over and over, is hard.
But it's the right thing to do"

Since when is enabling and rewarding bad choices a good thing? Sure, I have no problem with a cot and 3 squares a day but in exchange you work and follow the rules.

Can't do that?

Under the viaduct, down by the bay....
Posted by P.C. Plod on April 27, 2013 at 10:56 AM · Report this
Lissa 22
@21: If some one slips in the street and is at risk of being hit by a car, you pull them out of the way even if they fell because they were drunk, and even if they stink, and call you names for pulling them to safety.

Because it is the right thing to do.

Posted by Lissa on April 27, 2013 at 11:25 AM · Report this
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Don't even bother argueing with ignorance like this. You people are pathetic and pitiful if you truely believe what you wrote.

People commenting that their is a distinction between people who deserve home and people who don't are so sheltered and cruel.

Imagine being born to anabusive parent that never taught you how to eat healthily and you never saw your parents not fight and imagine if you had no choice over being born into an already homeless family. Ok, then imagine if you aren't a white male as well? I'm guessing none of you are writers or artists judging by your lack of empathy and lack of the ability to use logic to put oneself into another's situation.

Don't be judgmental, because you have no idea what someone's gone through. And lastly, if someone has made bad choices, do you really believe they deserve to not have warm food or a place to sleep? Does that make you feel better about not doing smack to help them? Does someone who because of mental problems and hereditary issues, chosen alcoholism deserve to die young, and on the street? no, no, no.

This piece was well written and sucked me in within the first paragraph. It' beautifully shows and expresses the feeling of helping people that isn't nessicarily that "happy volunteering feeling." Especially since you are helping provide something most people see as just a right, something we take for granted. That's the most beautiful charity.

Don't even bother expecting me to read your reply if you are so cold hearted you have something negative to say about something you know nothing.
Posted by michael bell on April 27, 2013 at 11:34 AM · Report this
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@22 right on. your wisdom is food for trolls though.
Posted by michael bell on April 27, 2013 at 11:36 AM · Report this
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Thanks, Rebecca. Have you met a person named Adam John from Alaska? He isn't a drunkard. I have a very good collection from his carvings, and writings. I was touched by your sensitivity. I wonder if we could look into this.
Posted by don'tknowwhethertolaughorcry on April 27, 2013 at 3:24 PM · Report this
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Also, he sleeps sometimes at the men's shelter.
Posted by don'tknowwhethertolaughorcry on April 27, 2013 at 3:29 PM · Report this
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"Dogs in the US receive better treatment than homeless people."

Dogs get killed after a certain amount of time in the shelter. If you think that's "better", then perhaps you should hang that portrait of your grandpa Adolf back up on the wall.
Posted by Not As Dumb As You on April 27, 2013 at 6:35 PM · Report this
Lissa 28
@27:My husband's brother is a State trooper, and he seen people run over, and the driver never even slowed down, but if there's a dog on the free way there'll be more than one person out of their cars, risking their lives to catch it and get it to safety.

Often people feel more sympathy for, and outrage over, the plight of stray animals than they do for people, because they feel that the animals are innocent but people are to blame for their misfortune.

I'm pretty sure that's what @9 was getting at. Not calling for euthanizing the homeless.

But you knew that. I think you just didn't want to address the bulk of their comment which questioned how such a wealthy and technologically advance country as ours can fail so badly our most vulnerable citizens.
Posted by Lissa on April 27, 2013 at 9:23 PM · Report this
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you suck at writing
Posted by KingKonginurface on April 27, 2013 at 11:13 PM · Report this
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What a great article. Thank you Rebecca. I'm glad there are people like you in the world who can still feel compassion and can still care.

It's clear that some of us have lost that capacity or perhaps never had it. That is sad.

It's true what #28 said. Often people seem to care more about the plight of animals than they do their fellow humans. Caring about animals is a good thing though. At least it's a start.
Posted by nwcitizen on April 27, 2013 at 11:57 PM · Report this
keshmeshi 31
I've volunteered in homeless shelters before, particularly for the kinds of temporary shelters mentioned in this piece. Those shelters are already balls deep in hotel toiletries and small tubes of toothpaste. They have so much of it, they often give it away to their volunteers. If you want to help a shelter or the needy, donate MONEY. They don't need your castoffs.
Posted by keshmeshi on April 28, 2013 at 2:10 AM · Report this
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"who can still feel compassion and can still care."

Got a couch at your place NWCitizen?
Posted by Why's no one sleeping on it? on April 28, 2013 at 5:53 AM · Report this
Lissa 33
Keshmeshi's right. Cash donations really help.
@32: Do you?
Posted by Lissa on April 28, 2013 at 8:43 AM · Report this
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@33. Yep, through my taxes.
Posted by Spare a nickel for a cigarette? on April 28, 2013 at 11:02 AM · Report this
Lissa 35
@34: Too be clear, I was referring to your theoretical couch, in which case if you feel that your taxes fulfill that hypothetical obligation for yourself, why would you feel others should be held to a higher standard?

Unless what you're saying is you feel that as a civilized society it is our obligation to fund the care of our most vulnerable citizens though our taxes, in which case you would like to do your bit by lobbying for increased government spending to aid the homeless?

Is that it?
Posted by Lissa on April 28, 2013 at 11:29 AM · Report this
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Why would I let a bum sleep on my couch? Friends and family, sure. Anytime.

Good to see not one of Slog's bleeding heart liberals takes hobos into their homes. They must have homelessphobia.
Posted by Spare a smoke? on April 28, 2013 at 1:17 PM · Report this
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@ 31 and 33:

This is absolutely untrue of many shelters, tent cities, and individuals sleeping rough on our streets. I mean, yes, they need money. But they also do want and need our castoffs, and this is a much better use of them than throwing shit in the garbage. Just the action of becoming involved and making regular visits to shelters and tent cities is a step towards the kind of cultural awareness and compassion required to undo the structural inequalities that create widespread poverty and homelessness. Please don't discourage people from participating in this way.
Posted by heatherly on April 28, 2013 at 5:13 PM · Report this
Lissa 38
@36: No baby, that would be you with the homelessphobia. Let's hope it never happens to you.
@37: I'm sorry I wasn't clear. I am on board with both cash donations and toiletries, socks, etc.
Posted by Lissa on April 28, 2013 at 6:13 PM · Report this
Sargon Bighorn 39
#23 I have only Three words to say in response to your comment, "Harriet Tubman". Being born into something and being treated like shit DOES NOT and I will repeat it just in case you missed it the third time DOES NOT mean one will act and make BAD choices and then expect OTHERS to come to your rescue. I know it's not what you want to hear, but it is the truth. Which sucks for those that hate truth. Ms Tubman had a SHIT HOLE of a life, BUT she did not make BAD choices and THEN expect others to feed her and house her and cloth her and help her and nurture her and heal her and hug her and mend her and free her and all together see her as a HELPLESS human. She founded the fucking underground Railroad with who knows who else. SO if a kid born with hateful Hetero-parents that act like shit to the kid and everyone else is used as an excuse for being an Asshole I say, "Harriet Tubman you little shit and act like a human being." Just thought you should know that not all bad upbringings lead to bad adults.
Posted by Sargon Bighorn on April 28, 2013 at 6:49 PM · Report this
Lissa 40
@39:Sargon, Harriet Tubman was a hero. Hardly anybody is a hero to the extent of some one like Harriet Tubman. If every one who came from the sort of back ground you and Michael @23 described was able to rise above it with out help, we wouldn't have the homeless problem that we do.
Many people do over come great hardship and their bad choices, but seldom on their own.

And that's not really the point. The point is that to help others, even those that never manage to profit from it, is the right thing to do. Not the easy thing to do, and often the frustrating to the point of heartbreak thing to do, but still, the right thing to do.
Posted by Lissa on April 28, 2013 at 11:18 PM · Report this
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@4: People will show an ugly side when *you* are what stands between them and access to food and shelter, even if you're only trying to help them get to it.
Posted by treeowl on April 29, 2013 at 5:54 PM · Report this
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I worked very hard for the same company for ten years until economics took that job. In this economy if you dont have enough experience you cannot get hired. If you have too much experience not even mcdonalds will hire you. So my house went into forclosure and i went from making a six figure salary to sleeping in the park or shelter with no more than a backpack. This could happen to anyone, so do not judge lest you be next. I am one of the lucky few- i met someone that was willing to take me in and help me get back on .my feet. It is even harder to find a job when you have no clean clothes to wear to an interview. Bad cycles are created here. And, yes, be smug and when YOU are begging for change on broadway i wont just avoid eye contact and step over you. I will wish you a good day and give you whatever i have to give. Because being a human does NOT mean being inhumane.
Posted by DIRTYSCUM on April 30, 2013 at 7:35 AM · Report this
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I was driven screaming outside for months running, asking all of the black people I saw to help me kill the nojaws insane.

You can get a job.
Posted by you_are_stupid_no_really on May 1, 2013 at 12:21 AM · Report this
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rude long article that informed of BURNING. at that point, thoug too to be truthful, end of story, the whole army seargent lesbian pretending shes' powerful was just a shameful eargasm of not funniness. Here, in Tallahassee, we don't have shifts. there are volunteers, but the poor people haven't been given a chance to handle food...cook food. A seargeant of similar stature resides close by, and the food is prepared by her and them and is available at certain times, it can be hot, it can be greasy. The women at this particular Episcapalean chapel have Homeless guitar players and have created a dictatorship that makes one feel uneasy, like what if i wanna pick up an instrument? and so on. I would love to have a shift, not an obnoxiuos POT LUCK revised edition of participation, but the capability to create or have satisfaction and equality given to those capable while blah blah blah, old shortbread wins, hard marscaponi with a smile, and bye bye, etcetras seems to be YAY...the village of Survivors......keen, very keen.
Posted by dann on May 11, 2013 at 11:07 AM · Report this

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