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Dances For Ice Cream

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My cute little granddaughter Piper dances for ice cream.



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Hobo Culinary Dumpsterdiving
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The video above is a cute spoof, but it shows that the producer doesn't know squat about his subject. He's just playing off of inaccurate stereotypes designed to make homeless people appear subhuman.

All this scavenger hunt stuff is unnecessary. Especially in the larger cities like Chicago where there are soup kitchens, lunch missions, breakfast churches, food banks, grocery programs and meals on wheels deals.

Even if one were insanely antisocial or a fugitive from the law, there are plenty of "clean" supermarket and restaurant dumpsters where one could find wrapped, packaged and neatly stacked food ready for consumption.

I've eaten out of dumpsters, but I turned my nose up at anything opened or unpackaged because I could afford to. There's plenty of perfectly good, packaged food being thrown away around the clock in America.

When I first became homeless, I nearly starved because I was conditioned to think that one must BUY one's food to eat. NOW I recoil at the idea of actually paying for food and am repulsed by grocery prices. Oh what a difference a little street experience makes.


Frank & Hanks


I had a few hours to kill the other night in the Crenshaw District, so I drove up and down Western until I found a sign that read
"Cocktails". Nothing else. No name. Just "Cocktails" (I had to ask the bartendress the name of the place: Frank & Hank's).

It was either "Cocktails" or wait around outside on the
street to get shot. So I go into this quaint little boozery, capacity about 12, and take a seat at the bar. Coke was a buck and every patron in there looked too beat up to give me any shit.

As I listened to bits and pieces of conversations such as

"At's
right. When a knife goes in ya, mufuck it feels hot"

and

"My mufukin ole lady freaked out
(when) I came home all bleedin and fucked up without bringing her mufuken ass sumpin'"

and

"Yeah, sonofabitch stabbed
me in the mufukin chest n all I could think about was 'Damn, mufuker ruined my mufukin favorite shirt'. No shit"

I decided that I must have stumbled into a real life version of "The Fight Club" or "Barfly" or even "Shock Corridor".

I hung around an hour or so, sippin' and listening to all the usual suspects in their barely blue collar battledress grumble about their squalid lives and factotum jobs or pontificate vulgarly about who might've killed Sloan, but was worried about my car in this
neighborhood, so I left without joining "Make Friends Hour" on "The Street" (Shock Corridor).

But it got me to
thinking how flabby I've become. I haven't been in a real life or death fight in over two years. I'm soft again. Afraid of pain again.

One of
the great benefits of that last fight I had with the Crip mugger on Century Boulevard at 4 in the morning was that for a while at least, I lost my fear of physical pain. I lost my fear of strange neighborhoods and dangerous alleys. That fight helped me when I became homeless. It helped me sleep in peace under the bridge, knowing I could handle any asshole comes looking for some shit.

I think I need to fight again. Not in any controlled gym
environment, but in the street again. On hard pavement. To harden up my nerve again. Know what I mean? Bukowski did.
A Nation Obsessed with Ass

We Americans are a nation obsessed with ass. According to Technorati, a site that monitors 71 million blogs, the number one blogged-about video on the internet right now, today, Easter Sunday, 2007---and for the last week or so that I can remember--- is Alanis Morissette's song about her juicy badonkadonk entitled, "My Humps."

How did we get so anally fixated? How did we become such neanderthal-browed feces sniffers?

Or, if the viral video is not about ass, it's about what comes out of that ass. The video below got a record
1,222,419 views on Revver.com, a non-destination video hosting site that rarely sees video views in the upper hundreds, much less thousands or millions.


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We are a scatalogical nation of asses, buttheads and shitlizards who worship the sights, sounds and smells of each other's butt cheeks. At least, that's the image we portray to the internet world.
Happy Fornication Day

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Why do Christians celebrate Easter? What has all this 'quick like a bunny' fertility rite symbolism of painted eggs, baby chicks and horny hares got to do with Christ's death on the cross?

Nothing. It has nothing to do with Christ, His death or His resurrection. It's Ishtar, baby, the pagan celebration of f f f f fornication.

Happy Fornication Day all you happy fornicators.

And you so-called Christians who roll colored eggs on your lawn in pagan celebration of Christ's f*cking death, crack a book once in a while, will you? You're embarrassing the rest of us.

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