Sometimes, when I'm riding through the southern part of downtown Oklahoma City, mainly the cross-street of Reno and Classen, I notice a multitude of homeless folk just wandering about. My first reaction to these people is "holy crap I'm glad I'm not in their shoes." But most of the time, I think about this for a good chunk of the day and upon further review, I think "wow, it would almost be cool to be homeless.
What?! Did I seriously just think that? Why did I think that? Who thinks stupid stuff like this?
The fact of the matter is I think this stupid crap.
I wonder, who loves that guy....or this lady who's crossing the street....or those kids....I get really upset sometimes. I mean who honestly cares about those people? There at least has to be one person who cares about them. Nobody goes un-loved throughout life. At this point ask yourself, who cares about me? I guarantee theres one person, living that cares about you. Even the homeless have people who love them.
I also ponder, why are they homeless? What happened along the way? Are they crazy? Are they veterans? Who screwed them over?
Why is anyone homeless?
There are too many answers to this question. Many, if not most homeless in Oklahoma City are truly koo-koo.
Here's an experiment to prove this fact:
If you have the cojones go up to any vagrant pushing a cart, riding a bike or just meandering about and ask them to, if they are wearing a hat, please remove their hat.....You might need to coax them with money or food.....but chances are, the hat is lined with aluminum foil. Why? Who cares....they're crazy. Mostly, the common answer is its to block radio waves. Who knows...
Another common vagrant is the war veteran. They are just plain nuts....Drug addicts and what not....steer clear of these guys....While they are nice most of the time, they can turn very quickly.
Probably another very common hobo is the drug addict. The thrill of pushing that needle into the vein, taking pills, smokin herb and chronic has got these fun folk operating on white dog poo. They literally only think to the next acid trip. Constantly looking for that next fix.
How fun and exciting would it be to live like this? Chances are not very fun. I do however think it would most definitely be an event. One that would stick with a person forever.
But how would it be, to live....just looking for that next meal. Not even from paycheck to paycheck....meal to meal. Can you imagine? How terrible. It's really primitive and primordial to think about these people's thought process....Doing anything for food or shelter. wow...
A lot of times I like to make up stories for these guys.
For instance, theres a number of vagrants under the I-40 bridge at all times. A majority are just meandering around like zombies....and I like to pretend they are. So I will ride through there SO fast, not looking to the left or the right....just keeping my eyes straight ahead. Granted, the distance you are in hoboville to the time you are back in Oklahoma City is only a few seconds...its still fun.
Other times I like to give them names...like Jedidiah, Jose, Rosie, Bob, Susan, Princess, Mobutu and Khan.
Mostly I just wonder what it would be like to be homeless. How simple, or how complex life would become. Things would be drastically different.
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