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Steel Reserve? No Thanks But I'll Hug Ya
Just finished helping a friend move some furniture, got a twenty for the effort and stopped by the store for a treat-Mountain dew throwback-like the old time Mountain dew cause it has real sugar. Good stuff. I'm a kid again!
The lost boys from the shelter were at the picnic table, raucous crowd whooping and hollering. I headed over to see what was happening. They were drinking the good old Steel reserve high gravity, and from the pyramid of cans looks like they started a few hours back after leaving the shelter this morning. At .99 a can it's a cheap buzz. At 24 oz it wipes me out.
I declined, don't want a DUI and if I mix the booze with the meds quite frankly I get smashed after one. I settled on the caffeine and sugar instead of the hops. They understand, last week I finally opened up and told the guys what had happened to me and why I was homeless. The strange part is that I'm the only one who has tried to end it all, now either I'm an anomaly or some of them are not fessing up and letting it all out...who knows.
Back to the high gravity crowd; they were laughing about the snoring and other body...um...functions that were permeating the air last night. Foul stuff, but good for a drunken conversation. Then it went onto a more serious mode, talk about former lives, the "woulda coulda shoulda" line...and one of them looks at me, takes a big swig and asks me "Why the F#@% are you here, man?"
"Your heads on straight, you have a car" (I'm one of 3 out of 38). He didn't know my story, and another piped in-"Hey, he's tried to k*** himself a few times, let him alone man". Heh..that one made the group quiet down for a few uneasy seconds. The guys all gathered around me and a big group hug took place, and they told me they loved me...
You know, society may look down on the homeless, but these guys have the biggest hearts I've ever had the chance to meet. We all have our demons, some just hide it more than others. I plan on making myself over again, but you know what? I'll never forget that moment. It touched me.
Later
The lost boys from the shelter were at the picnic table, raucous crowd whooping and hollering. I headed over to see what was happening. They were drinking the good old Steel reserve high gravity, and from the pyramid of cans looks like they started a few hours back after leaving the shelter this morning. At .99 a can it's a cheap buzz. At 24 oz it wipes me out.
I declined, don't want a DUI and if I mix the booze with the meds quite frankly I get smashed after one. I settled on the caffeine and sugar instead of the hops. They understand, last week I finally opened up and told the guys what had happened to me and why I was homeless. The strange part is that I'm the only one who has tried to end it all, now either I'm an anomaly or some of them are not fessing up and letting it all out...who knows.
Back to the high gravity crowd; they were laughing about the snoring and other body...um...functions that were permeating the air last night. Foul stuff, but good for a drunken conversation. Then it went onto a more serious mode, talk about former lives, the "woulda coulda shoulda" line...and one of them looks at me, takes a big swig and asks me "Why the F#@% are you here, man?"
"Your heads on straight, you have a car" (I'm one of 3 out of 38). He didn't know my story, and another piped in-"Hey, he's tried to k*** himself a few times, let him alone man". Heh..that one made the group quiet down for a few uneasy seconds. The guys all gathered around me and a big group hug took place, and they told me they loved me...
You know, society may look down on the homeless, but these guys have the biggest hearts I've ever had the chance to meet. We all have our demons, some just hide it more than others. I plan on making myself over again, but you know what? I'll never forget that moment. It touched me.
Later
