Fightinville Journal

 This morning we passed by the homeless waiting for the diner to open as we walked our dogs, and ran into an old friend. He both lives and has a business in the neighborhood, and since the dispersal of tent city the homeless have taken to occasionally shitting on the back door of his business. Why do we even feed them, he asked me, if it's only going to turn into shit on my doorstep twelve hours later? I didn't really have an answer for him. Why do we feed them, I mean beyond just simple human compassion for the worst off among us? It's not solving anything. On the other hand, I've come to believe this problem is not going to be made better by spending less on it. One thing I do know, at the meetings about the homeless, someone new often stands up to offer a solution that the others have heard before. Bring your perspective to the meeting, I said. Someone there will know why. Later, my coworkers and I volunteered at the diner. I saw several of the usual faces, including...

 I came around the corner to see someone had dumped a clumsily nested stack of kitchen trashcans on the edge of the lot behind our house. Different colors and sizes.  The lot was also our property, former location of a no-tell Motel back when the clubs were popular down here. When I looked up from the trashcans, I saw more stuff deeper into the lot, and someone sleeping in the grass, covered by clothes. The lot is narrow and lined by small trees on both sides which gives it a tranquil, sheltering feel. As I walked over to the sleeping person, I saw more stuff: two bicycles, a red plastic wagon, bags of clothes. "Good morning," I said to the covered form. They stirred and pulled the jacket off their face.  It was Robin. Robin had been hanging around the neighborhood for a couple of months. We had run her off the derelict property across the street about a month before. She was stocky, fit-looking, with a curly blonde Mohawk. I'm sorry, but you need to go, I told her. She a...

 I saw a man with no shoes this morning. He had woken up from the front porch of the house where I had seen him sleeping, and was walking down the street. The dogs were going crazy, which got my attention. He walked about half a block, tugged off what remained of his socks, and shuffled onward. He's not the first I've seen with no shoes, but it's not common.  How they end up that way I'm not sure, but I suspect some kind of mental crisis that gets them evicted from whatever living arrangement they had going on. While we were walking our dogs earlier, we saw another homeless man walking the other way, and he asked if he could borrow our lawnmower to mow the grass around the club down the street. The manager of the club down the street complains a lot about the homeless, but he also pays them next to nothing to do odd jobs for him. So they tend to hang around. I felt bad, but told the guy no. My experiences loaning out my mower have not been positive, the manager would on...

 Babe, Help me figure out a way to make this happen because she is way beyond jealous so she is blocking Bigtime I'd really love to have some time alone without her being with us to see how we are together because like I said I'm extremely attracted to you so much so that you have gotten well over $300 in oral and over $150 in other sexual activities. I've gotten $14 cash and like $20 in H from you. She told me a much diff. play was going down but it's Kool; I'm hoping it ends diff. than she said as well. Let me know how you feel/what you want/think so I know what move to make next. I'd really like to stay with you if that at all possible Sweetie! Page 2 I'm about to go check the time and if if's around the time he said to come back by then I'm gunna go ahead and go by there so I can call T and let them know if the play is a go or not. I stay respected by the streets for my actions and the way I move.  (Next order of business)  Why the fuck the holl...