Greaseball here.
I have something to say to Hell first off the bat:
Dear Hell:
Can y'all take some of your temperatures back??
Signed, Greaseball.
Seriously, it is hotter than blue blazes out here in the mean streets of Fort Worth, Texas. And it don't look like it's gonna let up anytime soon. We are in desperate need of rain, but this dadblamed high is blocking everything off and while some people get flooding or even relief from the heat, we don't get jack shit! Every day is like the other: hot, hotter, and HOTTEST. And this week we're supposed to face highs anywhere from 105 to 108 (and possibly even higher), making for some of the hottest temperatures of the season.
I'm having to fight other street people whenever the water guys come 'round, peddling their bottled water or when the Coke guys come, selling their sody-pop. I'm having to find shade or shelter 'cause the heat, it makes me sicker'n a dog. I have never handled heat well; with my health woes, it just makes it ten times worse.
Give me anything below eighty degrees, and I'd be as happy as a clam!
Greaseball writing. Hope y'all are doing much better than me. I'm still walkin' the streets, trying to find food that's edible to eat or trying to avoid the pimps, prostitutes, and druggies that permeate this part of downtown Fort Worth, especially at night. Nighttime seems to bring 'em out in droves (not to mention, the mosquitos and other bugs). Every night I hear gunfire or people shouting/fighting; the streets ain't a good place to be anyway, but especially at night!
Some people do give me some money so I can get something to eat, which is right nice of them, but more often than not, they ignore me as if I don't even exist, even if I am siting right in front of them. Well, I don't think highly of most of them either. They got their own busy lives to even think of helping out a poor street bum like me. Well, fuck 'em. I don't need their kind in my life!
Don't do me any good to complain; most people don't wanna hear what I have to say anyway. So I just keep to myself and put down my feelings in this beat-up laptop that I carry 'round with me. It's the only way I can stay in touch with the world and see what is going on. (I spend a lot of time at the YWCA or the missions church; this is where I do my writing. Kind of hard to write on the streets: nowhere to plug my stupid computer!)
It might not really help me solve my problems, but consarn it all, it makes me feel a little bit better when I rant and rave about how life is for me (or other homeless people who are all in the same boat as I am)!
Not only has my own country, the United States of America, forgotten about me: so have people in general, and right now, that's fine. I'm happier being alone, with nobody to bother me but myself!
I'm gonna go. See if someone can give me a dollar (or maybe a sawbuck or a finn) so I can get something to eat. Smell bacon frying and it's making me hungry! Drool! I will write in here again when I can; might be a while, but I will write! I also wanna find shelter when the heat cranks up again once the sun comes up. Pray that we get relief soon; and pray that someone can help me! I hate living like this; being homeless is for the birds! I wouldn't wish my own worst enemy a life like the one I've got! Take care; this is Greaseball saying over and out!
~Greaseball.
~To be continued.~
