People are not homeless.

 People don’t just become homeless, indigent, poor. They lack a support system. For many of them, their lives became uncontrollable due to various reasons like drugs or an abusive marriage. I met the brunette through an escort site. And we’ve had a long relationship since then. It is a transactional relationship, much like the other women I see, but we all care about each other. As much as you can in a dog eat dog world.

You get a deep sense of hopelessness and helplessness for these women. I don’t have a solution. I’m not someone who can get things done. I admire those people more than anyone. All most people do is talk. 

I'm helping the brunette to pick up her meds. I just heard my redhead in the tent passed away. These people drop like flies. Not because they are homeless or on drugs, but because there is no support system. There is no helping them climb out of a mud pit. There's no safety net, no rope thrown to them. There is nothing.

I have known some of these women for a long time. Through both their highs and lows. At some point  their lives become always high and always at their low. It's strange to contemplate. Most of us grow up in a family. Your family takes care of you, your school, clubs. There's structure. We're not yet lost in the woods being told, "Sorry, you're an adult. You're on your own." Everyone dies and disappears. We become Soylent Green. Learn to enjoy your life, because when you die it's FUCKING OVER! We expect some kind of legacy. How much do you care about the dead? That's right. When you join them, that's how much others will care for you. Maybe they'll build a statue. Most go about their day. The best you can hope for us that someone still thinks about you. Maybe you made them laugh, and they remember that. I don't know any good jokes. So, I'll just tell you about my life. 

At least with this blog, I can share a little more about my life you don't get to talk about at the dinner table.