Living is half the battle, the other half is home ownership

     I am really mulling over if I should compile the stories and experiences of homeless New Yorkers. I was locked out last night, in what I consider freezing weather and it had to be one of the top 10 worst things to ever happen to me. When we speak about the homeless we commit a fatal mistake, that we are bound to repeat because it seems we just don't learn. It is true the state of a person without a home is that they are "homeless". The mistake we make is that we take the ward homeless and turn it into an umbrella term like any other negative epithet. We now consider homeless to mean dirty, scary, worthless, crazy, psychotic, evil, animals, anything but a decent human being. We label these people strip them of their humanity so that it becomes easier to ignore them, to step over them, to get upset at them because they exist and now they are inhabiting the same space as you!

I saw something very ignorant on TV that I feel is noteworthy, because it was so ignorant. Jeff Lewis on flipping out confess that he has an irrational fear of the homeless, but mixed with his reaction to being in a poor neighborhood I think he just has an aversion to poverty. What explanation could you possibly give to be afraid of all homeless people, and then . Like Chappelle said we watch people treat Oscar the grouch terribly for years and wonder why our children walk over the homeless "Get a job grouch" 

My night in the street last night was not my first night, but hopefully it will be my last. I have now fully committed to doing my piece with the homeless. I will speak to and find the stories, that are hardly heard. I'll do what I can when I can to positively impact the lives of these people, but for sure I know I can provide a voice and presence for the people.

In other news, I am really starting to feel more fulfilled as a writer. What a difference action makes. I also have a new interest in telepathy and animal crossing, I know its a weird mix but hopefully I'll get both when "Men Who Stare at Goats" debuts in a city near me. I also have to say that I saw paranormal activity and it fell below the hype generated on my Richter scale, but still I enjoyed it. It felt like I could have made that movie, and seeing it on the screen just rejuvenated my faith in the ability to penetrate into the industry.

Coming back full circle, I vow here and now that I will use my words, my writing and my mind, so that I never have to end up in the street, in the cold, ever again. I am limited to my ambition by my ambition.

Cheers and Jeers!