How's That (Part 2)

Maybe I've been extra grumpy lately
because of the BS
that persisted
EVEN AFTER I MOVED OUT
OF THERE.

Bad enough the BS
WHILE I WAS THERE.

The company they took over from...
They were bad enough, 

but since then, 
things have gone downhill. 

AND SOMETHING
NEEDS TO BE SAID ABOUT IT.

I really don't want to be the one
to have to say it.

Being pushed to be the one to do it
ISN'T COOL, EITHER.

AS UNCOOL AS IT IS
TO EVEN HAVE SOMETHING
TO BRING UP.

And things like that
shouldn't have to be
BROUGHT UP.

Because they shouldn't even
BE A THING. AT ALL.

I'll probably go to bed "early" tonight.

Tonight, going on a "run,"
I saw a dude, bent all the way forward, 
like inches away
from falling on his face, 
with a pipe still in his hand ffs.

And you see some "tweakers"
"tweaking" right tf out...

They call it the "m#th dance."
Where they are acting all irradic etc. 

I's fkn SAD.
That THIS is Canada
in this day and age.

But people can just
"turn a blind eye"
TO THE REALITY OF IT.

And it seems people like 
to ask me if I want to buy drugs. 

I got asked, tonight, 
if I wanted to buy "coke."

I HAD TO ASK HIM TWICE
WHAT HE EVEN SAID. 

DID HE SAY WHAT I THINK HE SAID?
HAD TO BE SURE.

I'd stopped and looked at a bag.
It was in one of the planters.

I was curious about it, 
but it was full of stuff, 
didn't open it to see what was in it.

Probably someone coming back for it
so I just left it there.

When I turned around, there was that guy...
Asking me if I want "coke."

Getting tired of that.
Pretty much on a daily basis, almost.

Every few days, something like that.

But they all can sweat knowing that I know.
And nothing changes that
because they can't UNASK ME.

My doctor can't unask me
IF I DO "COKE."

Why? Because I sometimes have
"manic episodes"?

Because I can entertain myself, easily?

Why "do coke" when you can do
a multitude of other things.

Things that aren't related to drugs.

The neighbor who came with me
to the beer store, yesterday...

We went to the park across from it, 
found a bench away from everyone else.

We went there to "smoke one."

He wanted me to "hold onto"
his "stuff"
so he could get set up to "roll one."

So as he's putting it in my hand...
A "piece" dropped through the slats of the bench.

Onto the ground.

I looked under the bench.
"Is it h@sh??"

"Yeah."

"Then I found it."

I had to be sure
because I didn't want to mistake it
for something else LOL.

Wasn't sure if it was a nug 
or h@sh I was looking for.

I just felt it "miss" my hand
and knew it fell under the bench.

Anyway, there's a flock of pigeons
near he park. 

And we were talking about them, a bit.

He sys they carry diseases
because of all the filth 
they're in, daily.

Is it their fault this city is dirty and nasty?

Just wanted me to look at them
as dirty and nasty creatures.

BECAUSE OF THE FILTH.

There's a building near the park. 

And I swear I saw some movement
in one of the windows...

It's hard to say what the building actually is.

There's one downtown...
It is tall, but has no windows
on any of the floors.

Pretty weird.

Then, there's that "security" "campus"
that I stumbled upon one night.
Near where I used to live.

I guess that what I miss is the familiarity
of the place I used to live.

BUT DEFINITELT NOT THE BS.

My places I liked to go.

My old "circuits."

"Walking it off"
"Blowing off steam"

Or just getting a "bucket full of fresh air."

Lately it's been kinda windy. 

My neighbor told me how I can make
a frame for my green house.

With bamboo poles.

When I even get the chance.

I thought, for sure, 
THAT EVERYTHING WAS
SQUARE WITH THESE FRIGGERS.

Almost waiting for the next "thing"
or "tactic" or whatever.

Almost feels like it's not ovr
until it's over. Y'know?

There's a guy who lives in the building.
He wanted a DVD player.

I had 2 of them "laying around"
that I wasn't using.

He said "How much do you want for them?"
I said "just take them."

Yesterday, I saw him, stepping off the elevator.

I was heading out, he was headed upstairs.

He dumped some change in my hand
and said "see you later."

Like he was going to wait until later
because he wanted to give me some money.

For the DVD players or whatever.

Even though I said "just take them."

I'm thinking about asking him
to ask his son to look at the phones I have.

He said his son can fix them. 

"Forget paying me for those.
Just ask your son to look at a couple of phones for me."

Anyway, it was like he wanted to give me
whatever money he had on him at time.

So he dumped whatever change he had in his pocket
into my hand. 

And it was over $6 in cans.

Anything over $5 is pretty good, for me.

Some people can make $30+ 
if they have a cart or wagon, etc.

If people drive into the lot
and pop their trunk
for you to take out boxes
of bottles...

That doesn't happen to me.
But I've seen it happening. 

They gave me a box. 

$6 is 60 cans.

In one night.

That's looking around "downtown."

And the weather hasn't even been decent, yet.

A DOLLAR HERE AND THERE, ADDS UP.

The cans are going to be there, anyway, 
until someone else gets them.

Most of the sidewalks have been "picked" clean.

Some people collect the soda cans and whatnot to take to Quebec.
They hve the machines that crush even soda bottles.