Homelessness for Stupid People
The foibles of the most pampered homeless population in the Bay Area...
Pat and Judy are on the street again.
They'll have to move out of the RV they've been staying in and into
their vehicle. That's where they're going to be living for the
foreseeable future.
They came to see me at Tommie's today,
nearly caused me to spit my coffee out when they both tapped me on
the shoulder at once. I look up to see Judy the flaming redhead and
Pat, with his salt and pepper hair and moustache standing over me
grinning at the little joke they just pulled.
“You still boggin'?” Pat askes...
yes, I am... just not today. There's nothing really to tell that
would help fix anything.
We started a pleasant conversation and
Pat told me how his old, blue pick-up truck was officially dead.
They've managed to get a new vehicle (I won't say what it is, simply
because it's nobody's business). The old blue truck is to be parted
out and the remainder scrapped. It has a broken window from the time
a vandal decided to take revenge on Pat for being friends with
someone who rescued an abused dog. The abuser did the deed, everyone
is pretty sure, with rage and malice. That does happen out here.
It's one of the reasons you watch your back, and a big part of the
reason I take serious issue with any tolerance of bad behaviour.
But Judy had a bone to pick with me.
She was all over me about how, like single men, there's nothing out
there that caters to couples. Not locally, anyway.
The two of them come to the library
about every two weeks, mostly to get books for Judy, because she just
loves reading so much. I think she's into Stephen King... or is it
Dean Koontz? I can't remember.
Judy could get a place to stay, she
knows that, but she won't leave Pat out on the street. No place that
caters to women will allow men in. So while Pat toils doing whatever
job comes his way, and Judy deals with several physical issues,
including a very bad back injury, the two manage to fly under the
radar and keep their noses clean.
Pat and Judy are not problem people.
They're simply homeless.
In an earlier blog, I wrote about Roger
and Gary and Nick and Kenny. I told all of you that these are four
guys I respect. I failed to mention Pat. I actually failed to
mention a few people, but I should have mentioned Pat. Pat is
another one who was working as a homeless man. He was driving for
Livermore Taxi, but some snafu his chauffeur's license was cancelled
and he lost that job. Now he does whatever he can to make it.
Like a lot of the non-problem homeless,
they'll not be telling you their story till they trust you. Pat
especially understands the value of trust, and how it should never be
given away freely. Like many of the more responsible homeless, they
keep their sleeping arrangements a closely guarded secret. During
the day, they're not all that hard to find. But don't go looking for
them at night, ever. Pat and Judy have learned their lessons well.
When people know where you are, they can find you. The wrong people
can find you. And out here, when the wrong people find you, it might
not mean your physically in danger, but what you have might be gone.
Some have told me I've painted too rosy
a picture of homelessness in Livermore. That I've portrayed it as
“the good life.” I've often told people “it's not the death
sentence it's made out to be.” While that is true, I don't want
people believing that somehow we're basically living a life of luxury
and privilege out here. It's similar to the notion that people chose
to be homeless. Nobody does. You end up being homeless when there's
no other option, or the circumstances you exist with are so horrific,
being homeless is the only way out.
But it is dangerous out here. Adam
Parris, for one, is still roaming around and there are people like
him that are just as dangerous. It's Tolerance of people like him by
the community at large that keep it dangerous out here.
There's a story of a drug house that
was just shut down in Springtown this last week and another about
daytime burglaries happening all over Livermore. I'm sorry,
residents of Springtown, but you folks had the power to get it shut
down. There is such a thing as still and video cameras. You could
have recorded a lot of the happenings there and provided LPD with the
evidence. Maybe, just maybe, some of you made the effort and did
exactly that. Did all of you tolerate that Drug House? Or were you
active and intolerant? Were you a busy body sticking your nose where
it doesn't belong? Intolerance is supposed to be a bad thing.
Right?
Wrong.
Someone's video camera caught the
daytime burglar's on video. It's the first significant (publicly
released) evidence there is that may solve the case. Yes, folks, the
citizens of the City of Livermore are Intolerant of Crime and
Criminals! Let's start a rally for Tolerance.
Tolerance is a nasty world to my ears.
When Pat and Judy find out those that have abused them in the past
have been tolerated, I'm sure they feel the same way... oh, Pat, by
the way, I lied. I am bloggin' today...
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