Is this humanity….

Why does this city smell like piss?

Two days ago I saw a woman arrested by the transit cops.  They hurried her off the trolley, brought her to the ground and cuffed her.  Other than proclaim that they would not harass her, this is all she did.

She did not look homeless….

Two nights ago, I saw the cops pull up in Balboa Park at 2:30 am in the morning, lights and sirens blazing, looking into parked cars with their beams of light.

I’d just woke up….looking for a place to pee, (so that’s why this city smells like piss….)

The homeless, talk to themselves, and do things to harm themselves.

Not enough resources for people on the streets, not enough care or hope….

 

Eugene Hardy

“TO remain on this ship, you must give up all hope….”

….This AI has been corrupted and taken over by WUVIRUS743.5, if you wish to retain your consciousness and free will abandon this ship immediately! 

WARNING, WARNING! 

This AI has been corrupted and taken over by WUVIRUS743.5, if you wish to retain your consciousness and free will abandon this ship immediately! 

WARNING, WARNING!

AUTO-DESTRUCT HAS BEEN COMPROMISED!!…..

 

 

02.11.2019

Hello, hope everyone is doing well.  I had some disturbing dreams last night as I slept on the floor of a shelter, one of which told me that I have lost all hope.

I don’t think that I have, but I wonder what that really means.  That is, if you lose all hope, what’s left to hang on to?

And, if you are reading this, let me know what you think.

In the dream, it was a dark place where hope should have been, and I was to give in to the issues crashing in on me.

But I never really depended on hope to save me, I’ve always depended on my wits, logic and reason to get me out of trouble…..and Flow and my Way.

Usually, I did not run out of options before depending on hope.

Not even when I caught hiv/aids in 1989, hope was always behind the ‘break glass when all is lost emergency’.  And still unbroken on that issue.

And yet, the dream disturbed me, because it felt like I lost a piece of myself, a piece of my humanity.

So, what is ‘hope’?

According to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary

hope:  to cherish a desire with anticipation : to want something to happen                    or be true.

So, does that mean that I believe nothing to be true?

If that’s true, then perhaps I still have ‘hope’ after all.

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Liferaft

“There wasn’t much time.

I had foolishly thrown myself out the airlock, and it was not like I planned an escape. It was either leave now or forever be consumed by the ship.

And to make matters more interesting, I’ve lost my communicator, so I’m using the basic one that came with the raft….”

Liferaft In The Abyss by Eugene Hardy is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

02.10.2019

Hi guys!

I’m Eugene Hardy, and I currently reside in San Diego(?)
First some good news, I managed to find employment and I start sometime next week. So now my only problem is finding somekind of shelter beyond sleeping under a tree.

Because when you sleep under a tree, especially at night, you find that interesting things walk about at night.

No, I’m not talking about animals with fur and four legs, (although I did see the odd cat stalking about. I wonder what it hunts), but men hunting for sex and drugs, (after 11 pm in Balboa Park, I rarely see women).

But I have seen men smoking crystal meth, and it makes me cry thinking about it. Because I can also clearly see that this drug means them no good. In mannerisms its similar to crack cocaine, that they search the ground, with flashlights, trying to find rocks to smoke that likely do not exist. They walk like zombies with jerky movements, without straight lines. (And, what ever you do, don’t loan out your pen!).

I have been on the streets for nearly thirteen days….

Some of that time was spent in a bathhouse called Club San Diego. Plenty of sex there, even when I didn’t want any, but only some time anyway from streets and Balboa Park. But to be honest I rarely slept, but it was cheap sheltor away from rains that has soaked my belongings for three days straight.

Although, I think the bathhouse The Body Zone was better, they both have something in common: A third of their club members don’t like guys who are hiv+.

And I can’t blame them, not one bit. HIV/AIDS is likely the worse date killer you could possibly have when it comes to quick sex.

One of the things that became waterlogged was my current personal journal, which I would gladly throw away if it wasn’t for the other entries already there.

Now I have to get used to the idea of writing online….