For once, George Washington has left me rest in peace, but that's not to say my life is any better. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Charlie here. Charlie-the-Crazy. That's what peoples call me, since my mind is so messed up. Maybe it's due to all the booze I've consumed, but hey: a guy's gotta have some relief from the stresses of life, y'know??
Now that it's hot here in Texas, where I spend my time out on the streets, I do everything I possibly can to find shelter. Even if it's hangin' out by the back door of some restaurant, sleepin' in the alleyways, or spendin' time at the missions church in the air conditioning, anything's better than cookin' out in the open sun! With the temps hoverin' 'round the century mark, one has to be careful, especially if they don't got any home to go to (like me, for instance!).
Today's a good day. The Voices inside my head are leavin' me be. Wonder how long that will last; there's no tellin' when they are gonna go nuts and bother the shit outta me. The last time I wrote, George Washington was givin' out orders; he was driving me crazier than what I already am!! God, sometimes I wish I could blow my brains out, just so they'd stop tellin' me what to do!!
Besides George Washington, there's Ricky Martin, George Bush, and now Harry Kissinger residin' inside my mucked up head. Oh, and I think Obama is in there too, somewheres; I think he's lookin' for some fancy-schmancy tux to wear to his upcomin' birthday bash. Know one thing: I won't be there; too costly for one thing. Costs somethin' like $35,000 per person to go to the party. Way above my league ....
I wouldn't go if someone (or even Obama himself) gave me the money. I hate his guts!! He's one of the stupidest presidents ever!! God, how I hate him!!
Been tryin' to give up drinkin; my liver and stomach all messed up. Feel full all the time and feel like I'm gonna throw up every time I try to eat. The heat just makes it worse. Maybe I got liver trouble; I don't konw, but I hate feelin' like I gonna be sick all the time! And I hate the heat makin' me feel even worse!
Not doin' good, but at least I'm tryin'. Pastor from the Missions Church been talkin' to me 'bout this and he's also been tryin' to tell me about Jesus and God. I'd like to accept Jesus, but the truth of the matter is this: I'm scared to. I'm afraid He hates me for being the way I am. I'm too messed up to deserve Jesus's love!
I can't say I blame everyone for my being homeless. It's my fault; I done put myself here, and I'd like to do anything to get out of this. Life has gotta be better than livin' on the mean streets, especially in the heat of summer or the bitter cold of winter!
Well, Pastor is here; he's gonna take me and a few of my other homies to the missions church; we are gonna have an afternoon and evening of fun and games; they gonna feed us too. Hamburgers and hot dogs, french fries, salad, and for dessert, apple pie. Mmmm, makin' me hungry just thinkin' of it! Better than eatin' that shit from the Dumpsters any day! Can't wait; my tummy gonna be happy tonight! I just hope I can eat without getting sick!
Take care; this is Charlie signin' out of here! Bye!
~To be continued.~