Cultural Observations in and Around My New Urban PlaygroundBy Leigh Ann Parker, San Francisco
Since when do homeless people lead better lives than the employed? I live in a central part of the city and therefore am subject to the happenings of the homeless population. Some are delusional, some are clever and some are down right ripe smelling. i've had enough of the unoriginal hobos with their cliche signs, "Why lie it's for beer" or "Need $ for alcohol research." They will never see a dime from me, no sir.
I like to reward creativity. For example, there is a man who sits near Union Square with his flimsy Subway cup that I regularly drop my coinage in. Why do I give him money you ask? Well this gentlemen sits idly by and lets his animals do all the work, smart man. He has his dog lying down, upon which he cat naps on the dogs back, upon which a white rate lazily rests on top of the cat. It's a pyramid scheme at it's finest. I don't know how he does it - he must spend a fortune on Benadryl drugging his animals daily.
Now that's not to say that one can't cross the very thin line between cleverness and cheekiness. Maybe it's because I live in a interesting cross section of the city, Lower Pac Heights. It's the bo
rder between the chi chi lofts in Pacific Heights and the crackheads in the Tenderloin. One thing is certain, the homeless population in my neighborhood lives a better life than I. I sometimes like to give my leftovers to them when they have a gentle face. I once handed a man the remainder of my bing cherries and he had the audacity to ask if they were organic. Excuse me? Just because these hobos "live" within a 3 block radius of Whole Foods they feel entitled to quality leftovers. I can't even afford to eat organic. Just the other day I was walked home and saw a familiar glowing light coming from a regular's cardboard chateau, I inspected further. The man had a portable DVD player and was just hanging out in his sleeping bag watching a movie. Had my jaw not been at my feet I would have asked him what he was watching.
rder between the chi chi lofts in Pacific Heights and the crackheads in the Tenderloin. One thing is certain, the homeless population in my neighborhood lives a better life than I. I sometimes like to give my leftovers to them when they have a gentle face. I once handed a man the remainder of my bing cherries and he had the audacity to ask if they were organic. Excuse me? Just because these hobos "live" within a 3 block radius of Whole Foods they feel entitled to quality leftovers. I can't even afford to eat organic. Just the other day I was walked home and saw a familiar glowing light coming from a regular's cardboard chateau, I inspected further. The man had a portable DVD player and was just hanging out in his sleeping bag watching a movie. Had my jaw not been at my feet I would have asked him what he was watching. The good news is that if I can no longer afford this hostel/brothel I call home, I'll be in good company. I can just take my bedding and my box of Kashi 7 grain cereal down the block. I'll just need to figure out how to charge my MacBook...
1 comment:
this guy must have a brother! the same "circus" act is on the square in santa fe!
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