Stories from the Street

The homeless are rearranging the furniture on my street today. The furniture of the more recent homeless. The corporate wolves are hungry. The locals talk of morality and myth, like modern shamans corrupted by the franchise state.

Someone called the police… I guess they thought it was their duty.

“Can’t have a couch in the middle of the street.” ” Something must be done.” Said a man with a fauxhawk in an Affliction t-shirt.

The LAPD (I once heard someone call them “the army of the rich”) came wearing blue rubber gloves. They took the homeless…”somewhere else.” That seemed to satisfy the mob. It upsets and frightens them to see the people of the streets. Like it might be contagious.

There once was a game called Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, where we would align famous people or ourselves to Kevin Bacon’s fame. (Just for the record, I am 2 degrees from Kevin Bacon.) We may want to consider Six Degrees of the Homeless.

It’s really easy to pretend that the homeless are not connected to us in any way. Like they couldn’t possibly be our mother, brother, sister, etc.. We fear the homeless and we call them lazy or crazy (I’ve heard that about myself, by the way). But what we really fear is that we will become one of them, and everyone will shun us and call the police on us, like we do to them. Maybe if we took better care of each other, we wouldn’t be so afraid of ending up at the bottom, and maybe spend less time clawing our way to the top. Maybe, with a little compassion, the bottom could be as nice as the top.

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7 Comments

  1. Nancy said,

    July 26, 2011 at 9:10 pm

    Fear is powerful. It makes us do crazy things… like donning fauxhawks and Affliction shirts. And calling the cops on the homeless.

    • July 27, 2011 at 1:35 pm

      Fear is the Devils crowbar. That is, if you believe in the Devil, crowbars or fear.

      • Nancy said,

        July 28, 2011 at 3:23 pm

        Oh, I believe in the devil. Fear, too. But crowbars? Please.

  2. July 31, 2011 at 1:53 pm

    I don’t believe in the devil, but I do believe in fear and crowbars.

    Nice essay, Daniel.

  3. Michael said,

    August 1, 2011 at 1:16 pm

    i don’t believe in crowbars…i just believe in me


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