Last night for supper, the cook was trying to make a new dish that smelled really bad and then she said: eat it or go without! The cook always seems to have a bad attitude about cooking. Well I decided not to eat and it was thrown away.
Well around two a.m. I woke up hungry. It was cozy and warm in bed and I really hated to get up out of bed, when it was cold. But the hunger pains won and off to the kitchen I go. I opened the door on the refrigerator found no left over food in there, There was stuff to cook with, but nothing that one could eat without first preparing it. There wasn’t even any juice or milk to drink.
I then searched the cupboards for crackers or dry cereal and what I found was a pack of cold hard spaghetti in a green box. I searched all of the place that food could be stored and found nothing, The coffee pot had less than a cup of mornings coffee that hadn’t been dumped, so I heated it and found it to be just like horse pee.
What was I going to do, get dressed and go out to find something, and I didn’t want to do that. I put some ice cubes in a glass and started to eat the ice, but that didn’t help any. I walked the floor thinking of what can I do. I went back to bed and laid there for an hour, I got up again! One solution would be to wait until the neighbor was up and go borrow something from her. But seven o’clock came, then eight, my finger nails were about gone, a pile of hair was laying at my feet. I had chewed up the morning news paper and it was scattered all over the place.
I pulled on a sweat pants & shirt and headed for the car, but I had forgotten the keys. Back to the house to get the car keys, got in the car and backed it out of the parking lot. Then screeching tires were heard and then some dumb person went to sleep on their horn. I moved my car forward and that damn car stopped right behind me, I guess the driver had a few words he wanted to relay to me.
I stopped at a small cafe and it was empty, I went in and ordered some breakfast and what I got was ashes from a fire. I was hungry but I refused to eat it and told them to redo my order for breakfast, and they said No not until I had paid for the first one. While we were having a small disagreement, an officer of the law came in and I soon learned that he was a brother to the cook. Needless to say, I agreed to pay, but couldn’t find my bill fold, I forgot to bring it from home. I was carted off to the city jail, and had to set and wait to be charged with anything. After an hour, No charges were made and I was turned lose.
At the soup kitchen, there was a line a mile long waiting to be fed, so I went on to achurch that wasn’t too far away. There I found that they had ran out of food and the garbage had already been collected.
I wasn’t far away from Wal Mart, so I started to bag for change so I could get something to eat. Out of the store came this eight hundred pound, big fat colored woman, who told me to move on, there was no pan handling allowed there.
That was when I turned to being a thief, I watched and when one of the costumers had turned their back, I took some food from their cart and ran. The loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter was gone in no time. I walked all over trying to find my car, but it wasn’t where I had left it. I reported it to the police and they said it had been towed to an impound lot and it would take $ 250.00 plus to retrieve it.
Being an older person on a fixed income with nothing of value, the bank people turned me down. My account at the bank had shown it was a little overdrawn. and they demanded that I take care of it right away. I was just leaving the bank, when I was knocked down by a couple of guys running out of the bank.
I really should have stayed in bed and died of hunger. At the trial, I couldn’t afford a lawyer and the judge refused to appoint one for me. Now you have to remember, that all vagrants are guilty until proven innocent of the crime.
They will be letting me out tomorrow, after being here for fifteen years, what can I do now, I am 102 or maybe I am 104, I’m not sure of anything anymore. I am one hundred pounds lighter and have no muscles and can hardly walk. The guards at the prison gave me a suit that was way too big, they cut eight inches off of the bottom but never done anything with the luggage compartment in the back. They gave me some heavy string for suspenders, to hold up the pants. They cut the sleeves off the coat so it looked like a vest and handed me a brown paper bag as they pushed me out the gate. The bus ride was free, sponsored by a church if you would listen to a sermon and pray with them.
Back in town I walked to my house, found the key where I always put it, unlocked the door and went inside. It didn’t look as bad as I thought it would. That was when the dog woke up and was barking like hell. The next thing I knew, I was in the back seat of a police car going down the streets with a sirens going full blast.
They had put a hood over my head and tied it with a rope around my neck, but it was just a little bit too tight.
The next thing I knew, I was standing at this gate with a lot of other people, when they pulled me out of the group and led me off to an anti room. They kept me there until it could be decided what they were going to do with me, Then I received a note, saying I was rejected and was being send to DC. I had no idea what or where that was.
Life here in DC isn’t all that bad, if you can stand the heat. There are no elections held down here, There is only one boss and everything is done his way. You have only one job to do and if you say anything, you get more heat. I see a lot of the old bunch here, but you can’t talk with them. There are no coffee breaks or social hours and you have to keep your eyes looking down.
I just found out what DC stands for “Deep Center” Yes I should have stayed in bed a starved to death.
By: Ben R.
10/11/2010
Well around two a.m. I woke up hungry. It was cozy and warm in bed and I really hated to get up out of bed, when it was cold. But the hunger pains won and off to the kitchen I go. I opened the door on the refrigerator found no left over food in there, There was stuff to cook with, but nothing that one could eat without first preparing it. There wasn’t even any juice or milk to drink.
I then searched the cupboards for crackers or dry cereal and what I found was a pack of cold hard spaghetti in a green box. I searched all of the place that food could be stored and found nothing, The coffee pot had less than a cup of mornings coffee that hadn’t been dumped, so I heated it and found it to be just like horse pee.
What was I going to do, get dressed and go out to find something, and I didn’t want to do that. I put some ice cubes in a glass and started to eat the ice, but that didn’t help any. I walked the floor thinking of what can I do. I went back to bed and laid there for an hour, I got up again! One solution would be to wait until the neighbor was up and go borrow something from her. But seven o’clock came, then eight, my finger nails were about gone, a pile of hair was laying at my feet. I had chewed up the morning news paper and it was scattered all over the place.
I pulled on a sweat pants & shirt and headed for the car, but I had forgotten the keys. Back to the house to get the car keys, got in the car and backed it out of the parking lot. Then screeching tires were heard and then some dumb person went to sleep on their horn. I moved my car forward and that damn car stopped right behind me, I guess the driver had a few words he wanted to relay to me.
I stopped at a small cafe and it was empty, I went in and ordered some breakfast and what I got was ashes from a fire. I was hungry but I refused to eat it and told them to redo my order for breakfast, and they said No not until I had paid for the first one. While we were having a small disagreement, an officer of the law came in and I soon learned that he was a brother to the cook. Needless to say, I agreed to pay, but couldn’t find my bill fold, I forgot to bring it from home. I was carted off to the city jail, and had to set and wait to be charged with anything. After an hour, No charges were made and I was turned lose.
At the soup kitchen, there was a line a mile long waiting to be fed, so I went on to achurch that wasn’t too far away. There I found that they had ran out of food and the garbage had already been collected.
I wasn’t far away from Wal Mart, so I started to bag for change so I could get something to eat. Out of the store came this eight hundred pound, big fat colored woman, who told me to move on, there was no pan handling allowed there.
That was when I turned to being a thief, I watched and when one of the costumers had turned their back, I took some food from their cart and ran. The loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter was gone in no time. I walked all over trying to find my car, but it wasn’t where I had left it. I reported it to the police and they said it had been towed to an impound lot and it would take $ 250.00 plus to retrieve it.
Being an older person on a fixed income with nothing of value, the bank people turned me down. My account at the bank had shown it was a little overdrawn. and they demanded that I take care of it right away. I was just leaving the bank, when I was knocked down by a couple of guys running out of the bank.
I really should have stayed in bed and died of hunger. At the trial, I couldn’t afford a lawyer and the judge refused to appoint one for me. Now you have to remember, that all vagrants are guilty until proven innocent of the crime.
They will be letting me out tomorrow, after being here for fifteen years, what can I do now, I am 102 or maybe I am 104, I’m not sure of anything anymore. I am one hundred pounds lighter and have no muscles and can hardly walk. The guards at the prison gave me a suit that was way too big, they cut eight inches off of the bottom but never done anything with the luggage compartment in the back. They gave me some heavy string for suspenders, to hold up the pants. They cut the sleeves off the coat so it looked like a vest and handed me a brown paper bag as they pushed me out the gate. The bus ride was free, sponsored by a church if you would listen to a sermon and pray with them.
Back in town I walked to my house, found the key where I always put it, unlocked the door and went inside. It didn’t look as bad as I thought it would. That was when the dog woke up and was barking like hell. The next thing I knew, I was in the back seat of a police car going down the streets with a sirens going full blast.
They had put a hood over my head and tied it with a rope around my neck, but it was just a little bit too tight.
The next thing I knew, I was standing at this gate with a lot of other people, when they pulled me out of the group and led me off to an anti room. They kept me there until it could be decided what they were going to do with me, Then I received a note, saying I was rejected and was being send to DC. I had no idea what or where that was.
Life here in DC isn’t all that bad, if you can stand the heat. There are no elections held down here, There is only one boss and everything is done his way. You have only one job to do and if you say anything, you get more heat. I see a lot of the old bunch here, but you can’t talk with them. There are no coffee breaks or social hours and you have to keep your eyes looking down.
I just found out what DC stands for “Deep Center” Yes I should have stayed in bed a starved to death.
By: Ben R.
10/11/2010
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