the vultures have been out big time….’can i have a smoke
? i’ll trade you a chocolate bar for a smoke…..gimme a smoke….save me the kill….what do you want for a cigarette? i promise to pay you back….’
after all, new years came and went and cheques got spent on crack, weed, heroin and booze. today is GST payback day so everyone should be flush until their $84 runs out, and that goes in pretty short order for addicts. the booty is getting strange….some of the better light fingers have left and there’s goons in here stealing other resident’s clothes and booting them for smokes or whatever. that’s low, lower then low, stealing from your own.
it’s not a good crowd right now, too many thug types, hard core streeters who don’t even know ‘please and thank you’…it’s their way or the highway. fuck ’em. not bending to their power trips.
am killing time on the computer, waiting to meet with the manager to go over some resident rights requests. who knows when he’ll show up. i hear the back ground chatter….a dog barks and some snarly guy says to the owner, ‘this isn’t an animal shelter’. she gets peeved and says , ‘fuck you, this is my dog and we’re allowed to have our pets here so keep your fucking pie hole closed’. buddy who was ticked off shouts, ‘fuck you’ back. there’s a few minutes of standoff time then things proceed again.
no one will lend hymie a smoke cuz he never pays back so he goes outside and yells up to one of the permanent residents upstairs, ‘julia! julia!’. a box gets winged out a window with a smoke in it and hymie is happy.
as i type some new buddy is standing next to me using the phone. he stinks. i can’t quite narrow the odor, kind of a cross between shitty pants and cologne. that does it, i’m off the computer, can’t stand the stench.
Entry filed under: Political Humour.