Hey, it's me, Mushmouth.
At the library as I write this; they let me use the computer for an hour, so here I am. I love comin' here; it's always so nice an' cool, and I love looking at all the childrens books; they have so many! I think they must have every book in the world here! I go to Central Library here in downtown Fort Worth; it's the best!
The library staff, they don't mind me coming; they know I am not going to steal from 'em or hurt 'em; they know I like using the computers and looking for childrens books, so they let me. I think that is right nice of 'em! Sure beats having to sleep out in the rain or in the heat of summertime! I go to Central Library just about every day; I love it there!
I am feelin' a mite sad today. My friend, Gracie-the-bag-lady, died on Easter Sunday; Shoeless Joe and Snaggle Tooth Annie, they be the ones who find her dead. She was lyin' by the dumpster across the street from Barnes And Noble; I guess she had a heart attack or a brain stroke or somethin'. She was in her sixties or seventies; she was pretty old (but looked plenty older; she had a lot of health problems).
I shall miss her. I knowed Gracie for the last several years; met her at one of the Thanksgiving deals they had at the local church; she was right nice. I always felt sorry for her 'cause she was an old lady, yet she had no home, no family, no money, no nothing, and nobody really would help her. It was really sad.
The church is going to have a funeral for her on Saturday, and tomorrow, me and a bunch of us poor folks are going to pay our last respects to her. Think it's only right, ya know?? I will have to see if I can find somethin' halfway decent to wear; don't have too much in the way of clothes excepting for what I have in my backpack I carry with me. My backpack is my life. I have everything I own in there, and that ain't much. I have to have my pack; hard to carry everythin' when I'm usin' my crutches, on account of my bent-up legs.
Remember, I'm crippled; I was borned with cerebral palsy.
Tonight, me, Vet-Man, Q-Man, Rica, Snaggle Tooth Annie, Charlie, and others are going to have a mem'ral service for Gracie. We are going to light candles and sing and pray for Gracie's memory, and pray she goes to a better place. I hope some of our teenaged friends from church will come; I'd love to see 'em again and thank 'em for takin' such good care of her (and us). I just wish there were more carin' people like Kenna Grace Overmeyer and Tico Huechos; they made us feel special and loved.
Sometimes they'd bring us an extra blanket, or give us a little money, so we's could get somethin' to eat. Or they came and told us about Jesus and God, and told us that they loved us. They are good kids; they don't treat us like animal poop or garbage; most people, when they see us, they turn their faces into ugly frowns or walk away in disgust. It makes us feel bad; don't they realize that they could end up like us one day if they ain't more careful??
Just 'cause they have a bit of money, they have to act like they better'n everybody else. It's like we're invisible to them.
Well, it's 'bout time I get off here; my computer time is about up. I will write in here again when I can; just say a prayer for Gracie and for us, her friends, who knew and loved her! We are gonna really miss the ol' doll! I'd greatly appreciate it! Thanks!