Hey-ho! Jack ("Looney-Tunes") here! I hope this finds you good. I am good, just wishing I had a home to call my own.
I also wish I had a family. As you know, my Mommy and Daddy dumped me 'cause I have Down sindrome. I am retarted; that means I am slow in the head and don't learn things fast. Even though I'm a growed up man, I am more like a little boy.
Sometimes people (kids and growed ups) make fun of me and call me bad names or make faces. Or they stare at me like I'm a nasty bug and I get so sad I cry. I'm sorry; I can't help it. I hate it when people are mean to me! I'm not mean to them; why then should they always be mean to ME??
I live on the streets. I don't gots a home. I'm homeless. Some of the bums, they take real good care of me. They make sure I gots clothes or something to eat, but sometimes food can be hard to find, so I lie around all day with my belly growlin' like a dinosaur-monster. Some people are right nice, though; they feel sorry for me, so they give me something to eat or better yet, a li'l money so I can get something TO eat.
I'd like to work at a workshop, but to tell you the truth, I'm scared that people will make fun of me or that I won't be able to do the job. My hands are fat and I drop or break things; my fingers are jumpy and nervous. (Looney-Tunes meant "clumbsy".)
I wouldn't mind making myself dollars that I can spend at the pizza place or maybe get some picture-books or paper to draw and color on. I bet I would be real good at drawing! I know I'm good at coloring; I've had lots of practice. I have lots of coloring books that I carry with me in my backpack. I have that on my back.
I haven't gone out much; when it is hot during the day I'm hiding in the shade, out of the sun, or I'm sitting at the book reading place (library? Yeah, that's the name!), looking at all the great picture books they have in the kid's area 'til the library lady chases me out for dirtyin' up her books. I ain't dirtyin' up her books; I'm just lookin' at the pictures and not writing or drawing in 'em or stuff!
I think the libary lady must hate homeless people or retarted people like me, which makes me sad. She's a mean lady; I don't like her! Maybe I need to find myself another library to go to!
Well, I'm gonna find me a place to sleep; hopefully the shelter-place ain't full up for the night; it's rainin' out and I don't want to get wet again! Take care and may Jesus be good to you!