Tales From The Shelter – 30
Retarded Martha is deteriorating. Practically no one will talk to her so she gets her boyfriend, ‘The Voice” to come over for supper in the cafeteria almost every night. No one knows if he’s asked her to marry him yet. Anyways, she’s been talking to herself more then usual and is now leaving her room door open all morning while she gabs away.
Tele-tubby #1 asked Martha to shut the tv room door after her and Martha asked why. Tele-tubby said it was so she didn’t have to listen to her talk to herself as it was distracting from her t.v. show. Martha got mad and said she wasn’t talk to herself, she was talking to god. Tele-tubby said that saying, ‘well, maybe I’ll put these balloons over here then feed the fish” was not talking with god, that god didn’t want to hear inane conversation. Martha was peeved and slammed her door. We’re happy because maybe now she’ll keep her room door closed as we don’t like looking in on her ‘perfection’ and seeing her stupid fish that she never changes the water for.
I met one of the ‘Tamile Tiger boat people’ today, a friendly young woman who was studying law in Sri Lanka. She left with her mother and brother to endure the high seas for four months as her father had been killed by the warring. We’ll receive another woman tomorrow and I’m sure it won’t end there. At any rate, I managed to print out a map of Sri Lanka to put on our ‘where we’re all from’ wall in the smoking pit. I don’t know what it is about that wall but having the maps seems to bond us all and everyone loves looking at a new one when it goes up.
Meantime, Stinky Lady keeps telling the refugee women that we’re all racsist, even though she’s white, but the refugees are starting to figure it out and are talking to us now. Stinky Lady was having a fit this morning as her bra went missing from the laundry room. She accused Big Tele-tubby of stealing it, and even asked me if I took it. Bad, bad, Stinky Lady, cause you did your accusations in front of our councillor and she gave you shit.
Who the fuck would want to steal one of Stinky Lady’s bras? At five foot nothing she wears about a triple E cup and really, if she wanted to find it maybe she should look up in the sky someone might be using it for a parachute. I’m serious, this woman has serious boobage. Her bra probably reeks too….no doubt it got tangled up in a sheet while she was doing her laundry , but, no no no, we’re all bad , racist people so it must be us.
I have to dig deeper into some program some housing group is putting on that involves a study of while you’re housed there. Supposedly it is pretty awesome digs around Pacific Blvd. and one of the crack heads here scored a place there. The guy who was telling me this is hopping mad as he says the crackhead dude is a serious user while he had his re-hab and stuck with it but didn’t get accepted on the swank digs list. According to him there’s no particular criteria and the study is to see if secure housing helps people stabalize. DUH!!!! Sounds to me like some Campbell Liberal hack developer got caught in a real estate glitch so secured a grant to help him pay for his mistakes, while making it look like something good is being done. I mean, really….can i NOT be cynical about something like this????
Good night, and please say prayers for Martha and Stinky Lady , I’d really appreciate it.