fuck the tuna melt.

Now we're talking. I fucking love heroin fueled music. Being put down is good. (Unless you're a dog.)
I often think about how it feels to be a dog begging for scraps. It has to be weird, to be a dog and have to try and translate to a human that 'if I don't get that, I will absolutely  fucking die.'
The last few years, I have taken a stance on not putting anyone down. I wish I had done it sooner, but I am a late bloomer. These days I would rather make you feel better about yourself, then stick a mirror in front of your face and remind you of how you felt from the get go.
I don't want to put down any dogs, it doesn't feel like a good time. I can't even put weight on what it would feel like to cuddle my best friend on his way out. It would fuck me up.
I think that just curling up to your best pal while he's still there is a better option.
And that's what I do. I grab him by the face, look into his eyes and tell him how much I love him, no matter how much he pissed on my recliner, begged for a hardboiled egg, or a hotdog. I just love the dumb son of bitch, even though he doesn't always pay attention. I still wanna keep that fucker around for as long as I can.
Anyway, back to the heroin, I don't do it, but I do know how to get there. I can maintain.Twists and turns, disco moves on a dance floor, call it whatever..just stop kicking my fucking dog on your way out the door.

picking people back up when they are down is better then kicking them

the breakdown: I lived in a van for a year on the beach. I met very many folks that had either lost their jobs, wives, or shit lives to drugs and booze, many of them had more then 3 kids living in their cars, vans, or whatever, and couldn't afford gas or food for their children. I was just surfing, trying to stay loaded, and get a free meal at the local church every now and again, and I was living with my dog, as were many of these people, who I became friends with. We had a community of sorts, everyone had something to offer someone else. It wasn't easy, and the biggest bummer was the ones that didn't even have a van to sleep in. They had to sleep in the park by the playground..(Not when kids were there) but they had to get out of the goddamn rain and find shelter. That was usually under ...

the turtle playground thing that provided, said 'shelter.' I have never met a better group of people in my entire life..Lost souls, maybe, scruffy and smelly, fuck yeah, and so was I... but they had enough soul to stay alive and find shelter. I think that folks that have a roof over their head tend to take it for granted. (the roof) anyway, I guess that kicking somebody when they are obviously down doesn't sit well with me especially if all they are trying to do is find some fucking shelter. I would be remiss if I did not let everyone know where I stand on this subject, and now you know. I will not EVER be a dick, to somebody that needs a cigarette as I walk out of a circle K with a fresh pack. If I happen to have change in my pocket, I will put it in yours. Homeless people are not out there to rip anyone off in most cases, they are just trying to get thru a shit life. Enjoy yours folks, because you could be that guy in front of the store trying to bum change to eat, or get a 40 in a matter of minutes. The master of the universe can make sure of that. Trust me.

A friend of mine inspired this story today. No big deal, and there is that van and that dog that I miss so very much. Being homeless was so very bad ass. Been thinkin about getting back into the business. Of being homeless..Depends on where this cup of 'coffee' takes me. Peace fuckers.