Sometimes I like when there’s so many people that you don’t matter.
Another form of being invisible.
A redneck will stare you down and try to judge, but swarms of well dressed, motivated people will pass right by.
Because they have an agenda, they have places to go…
And they don’t give a fuck about you.
I like that too.
Invisible, not quite like one of these homeless people, but just..
Looked over.
It feels safe.
And the people here are different, the bartender, the clerks.
Much more diversity.
Asian, Eastern Indian,,
You’re invisible to them too..
Because we’re in a machine..
Merely gears and cogs, turning and churning..
People behave differently,
Different than the South.
And it’s SO good to be away from them.
(Needed it)
Yeah. I was getting pretty bleak.
With my job, and my stray cats, and my music gear addiction..
Homeboy was getting bleak,, true true.
Guilty is me.
And I don’t have the loot to live like you live on vacation, but fuck man…
(Buttfuck man?)
It’s nice.
Nice to be somewhere else and to remember there are different motherfuckers out there
(And schizophrenia homeless..)
I give them cigarettes as I walk by.
They glance at me and I glance at them, then they look at my hand and see a cigarette in it..
“Thank you”
*be safe*
You want homeless people to like you?
Carry a pack of cigarettes, as they approach asking for money, hold one out.
(Nothing but an animal..)
Dogs. Dogs and cats.
Ain’t we all?
(We are)
Hmmm.
I like thinking.
I think they do too, they just vocalize it..
Loudly…
They’re the same as us,
Just so ya know…
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