The pimp of homeless town.

'In a declining civilization society will look to make a living off the back of its women.'
~Friedrich Nietzsche


The other day I was walking down the sidewalk with backpack in tow when I heard someone yell. "Hey man, come over here for a minute. I have something I want to show you." I look to my left and there stood a young black male leaning against a tricked out Chevrolet Nova. I wasn't sure if he was addressing me or someone else. So I pointed at myself and asked him if he was talking to me. He then says, "Yeah, I'm talking to you. Who else would I be talking to?" My first intuition was to keep walking; but when you're homeless with nothing but time on your hands; curiosity tends to get the best of you.

I walk up and ask what he wants. He tells me this, "You look like you could use a break from the heat. I got just the thing for you." Being on the street the last month or so has made me very perceptive and a bit leery; but he was correct in assuming I could use a break from the heat. I wanted to get straight to the point with him, so I told him this. "Dude, I'm not into drugs or anything like that." After my statement, I assumed the conversation was over and began to walk away. Much to my chagrin, it wasn't. "Homeboy, hold on for a minute. I have something a thousand times better than any drug. Take a look at these two." He then points to the backseat of the Nova and there sat two girls; one looked Latino and the other was dark as midnight. "Look man, it's a little slow right now and I am willing to give you a great deal on either or both."

Rule #1 for living on the streets; deal with whatever comes your way and deal with it fast! So I told him this, "Look dude, those are some pretty girls you got there; but maybe you haven't noticed; I'm homeless, so unless it's free I am going to have to pass on your offer." The kid smiled at me and said, "I gotcha white boy, if you ever come across some spare coin, I'll be around."

I would like to end this post with a thought I'm having...Call it the vagabond thought of the day. "Last week I received a message from an old friend of mine. She said I was dealing with life as it came at me. I have been thinking about her statement all week. She's right, but at this point in time; I don't know any other way to deal with it."