Thursday, September 25, 2014

Pterodactyls & Geronticide Candidates

I haven't been very diligent in blogging and tweeting, I know. Sometimes I just get tired of sitting at the Friendly House, especially since it seems to have gotten much more popular with the local homeless and poor over the past few months. It can get rather noisy here when hard-of-hearing geronticide candidates get to bellowing at each other or hordes of wingless pterodactyls swoop in shrieking from Chapman Elementary. Not only that, but not much has been going on. Police harassment and fall's impending arrival have cut a swathe through the local sketchy street tweaker population, and I've just been lazy and hanging out with a couple of my peers drinking malt liquor. Well, for the most part; I've also been working on a blog for one of the aforementioned drinking buddies for him to use to help publicize his paintings. You should check it out.

I'll try to come up with something more informative or interesting next week.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Winter Preparation

It's that time of year again, time to start gearing up for what I often call the upcoming Dark Monsoon: the gloomy and blustery rainy months that turn the homeless experience here into a daily struggle to be dry at least while sleeping (almost impossible to accomplish during the day if walking around a lot) and avoid chronic bronchitis and walking pneumonia. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be outdoors all fall and winter, and perhaps even all the way into next fall even, so it would behoove me to use the next couple months of likely fair to middlin' weather (NOAA's Climate Prediction Center estimates a 33% to 40% chance of above-average dryness and heat through the end of November) to do a bit of pre-emptive weatherproofing.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

So Much for Treatment

I only lasted three weeks in DePaul, having stormed out of the place in a huff Labor Day morning because some milieu counselor (what staff members there are called that aren't real counselors with degrees and certifications; basically the guys that tell you what to do, search the rooms and conduct UAs, and dispense mail, etc.) thought I was being a jerk because I complained about having to watch some schlocky mainstream Hollywood chick flick on a holiday instead of being allowed to read my book. I suppose it's a shame, since I was doing pretty well there and was due to graduate in the middle of this month and move into a unit in housing. It wasn't that I wanted to just keep on drinking; I just didn't want to have a bunch of twelve-stepping cultists and drones telling me who I am and what how I need to live my life, forcing their quasi-Christian protean “spirituality” down my atheist throat, while being surrounded by a bunch of punk kids full of gangsta bravado and buffoonery and rock 'n' roll ex-cons strutting around with giant limp dicks flopping out of their mouths ... only to end up stuck in some lousy housing building downtown full of these people and enclosed in a blockade line of bums, yuppies, and tourists. In other words, it was a mistake.