I should be writing that great story that sparked my imagination some weeks ago, but I sat on it for some time and it just seemed to slip my mind.
Naw, it is still here, but I’ve got better things to do like take self portraits of me on Instagram and figure out which setting suits me best. Look at the same time line over and over on facebook to see whats going on in the lives of my friends and family.
Its cold outside so I’m sitting in a starbucks that looks a little shady, but its warm inside. Which reminds me, last night on my break I decided to take a strole in DC (it was COLD AS A MONKEY’S ASS SITTING ON CONCRETE). As I walked by the public library, I noticed two long lines all homeless men, standing waiting in the cold dark night to see if they can get on this small van which I assumed would take them to shelter that night. I wanted to take a picture to have proof of this, but I felt like I would be invading their privacy in some sort of way. So here is a blury image.
A couple days ago I had drinks with one of my class mates, and she mentioned to me in conversation how she was homeless for about three or four months here in DC. She is the same age as I am an aspiring writer, which really hit me. She lived in her car in the midst of the winter time here in the Capital last year. Damn I’ve been really living a sheltered life. I do realize how difficult things can be, but there has got to be a solultion!
I wish there was something I could do to help change the situation for better.