My goal in writing down these observations. Which for me begins in 1979. And end somewhere in a future I will likely never see. Is to tell the story of a people who were once children like your own. Or perhaps, because the future is so uncertain, someone your own child may yet become.
You may read these things and call me insane, or a conspiracy nut if you like. The reality is, that I'm just a man who has stood on the edge of it all; lived the experience. After three and a half years of being homeless I can't help but wonder why no one seems to have seen the darkness which surrounds these people. Social Misfits, Lost souls, forgotten babies on drugs, the mentally ill, indigents, eyesores, Dirtbags; same difference... Whatever we might call them they deserve better. And you can't say you don't know them at least as well as I do. I've watched you go as far as to cross to the opposite side of the street to avoid them often enough.
Here, as in my domesticated reality rant I hope to present the essence of the experiences of Homeless People. The commentary and emotions you will find here are truly depressing in any reality. And I guess, because I believe that one person with a just cause can change the world, I want them to be as dark and caustic as life is out there. I believe that people need to know what the news refuses to talk about. To my mind it's a war of survival and guess who loses...