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Monday, December 30, 2013
Two of my friends didnt show up in the yard last afternoon, but I made a new friend. Don't get me wrong; it's not that I'm not concerned, but this happens all the time. My two friends probably found better places to sleep. And I finally got the respect of a middle aged Latino-an excellent chess player-by simply making direct eye contact and not looking away. Well, today's a normal business day, a perfect day for a reunion with a long lost friend. Certainly not for standing in line at the Food Stamp office. Or hanging out in the yard at the Ozanam Inn.
Sundays are a bad time for the hang-out-at-the-library homeless crowd. The library closes on Sunday, you see, so what can they do? Hang out in the yard at the Oz. Complain about the library being closed.
Some men aren't happy at all. They refuse to be, usually because they feel guilty. Some men in this group can get a small amount of happiness annoying others with their mouth. Others smoke crack. I am truly lost in the land of the lost.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
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