Perhaps I have become jaded.
I have talked about too much, written about too much, offended -maybe- too much.
And there’s nothing left.
Seriously, after almost 600 posts written for this ungodly beast of a blog, I think I have seen it all.
Maybe its time to hang it up, call it a day, piss on the fire and call in the dogs.
Its been a pleasure, but this will be my last-
Wait a minute.
I forgot about what I saw this morning.
I was taking a bike ride to my favorite breakfast place.
And then I saw him.
Homeless? Of course, we’ve met, right?
But the first homeless with Down’s Syndrome?
Like a “Special” unicorn. Rare doesn’t even begin to describe it.
And before you hate mail gangbang me en masse, I am the only one of thousands who passed him and I stopped.
And brought him coffee and McMuffin.
So bite me.
Both cheeks, and what the hell, crack too.
Be my guest.
His name is Kevin.
He laughs a lot.
He has family, but they “Don’t like me.”
As he talked, and he liked to talk, I began to take stock of the physical cues.
Meth is his drug of choice.
That realization washed over me like a wave of different emotions.
Outrage, anger, confusion, desolation, you name it.
And finally, acceptance.
It sucks, its screwed up.
But it is what it is.
Jaded rotten shit that I am, this little scenario still pried $20 out of my stingy wallet.
Hey, I’m an asshole, not a heartless asshole.
(Plus, I later called a church I know that does homeless outreach. They are on it. I will deny this later if you ask.)
I am golden.
I hung out for the better part of an hour.
We talked, well, Kevin talked, lonely guy, and laughed.
It was as nice as it was heartbreaking.
As I left, Kevin claimed he was going to go get another McMuffin.
Its 50-50 that McMuffin means meth.
Call me a cynic, but ask any drug counselor and they will explain this one to you.
So I rode my bike and sorted.
I spend a little too much time in my head.
Not in that healthy “Dealing with my emotions” way.
More like the book “Flowers in the attic” kind of way.
(Think of children locked away in the attic.)
Scary place to be sometimes.
Another hour of pedaling and I have come to this:
Life is what it is. Live it, enjoy what you can, survive the bad, and be happy.
Most wisdom breaks down to this.
See you next week.