By Max R. Weller
It was a perfectly relaxing night at my campsite, and a couple of times I threw back the tarp that covers my bedding and just enjoyed the gentle breeze. No drunks staggering around and yelling at 3AM, either. Then, of course, I returned to Boulder Shelter for the Homeless and reality hit me in the face; this time, in the person of a 300-pound obnoxious loudmouthed bum who came here a month or so back to grab all the Free Stuff he can — and who claims that everyone including BSH staff is stealing from him. The fool carries more on his back than I own! On the SKIP bus this morning, the arrogant asshole told a handicapped guy in a wheelchair at Broadway & North St. (Norm, a regular rider I’ve known for years) that he should take the next bus because the one we were riding was full. Bear in mind, 300-pound bum took up one seat by himself and his gear took up another seat by itself. Everybody ignored him, and Norm got on the bus for his trip down to King Soopers on Table Mesa. In Kansas City, MO 300-pound bum would end up in a ditch someplace. We’re too laid back in Boulder, CO which only encourages increasingly bad behavior from the lowest common denominator of transients.
I shudder to think that BSH’s emergency overnight sheltering begins tomorrow night, October 1st, and only a minority of those showing up between 5 and 7PM for intake will be from Boulder County. I’ll continue to sleep outside . . .
Interesting commentary in the Daily Camera from Bob Greenlee. It occurs to me that we could be in for more flooding in the Spring if there is substantial snowfall at higher elevations this Winter, given that reservoirs are already at capacity.
I think I’ll finally use the Subway gift card in my wallet when I return to my north Boulder neighborhood, after finishing this post. A footlong meatball or tuna sandwich would be great! I’ll eat it in my usual spot and contemplate the whereabouts of Shouting Joe from St. Louis, who wasn’t around yesterday. Has he finally succumbed to drinking massive quantities of rotgut vodka on a daily basis? It’s almost impossible now for me to work up any sympathy for the drunks, in view of the fact that 31 of ’em will soon be housed in nice, new apartments at 1175 Lee Hill — while sober guys like the Homeless Philosopher sleep in a field. I envision a groundbreaking ceremony featuring golden shovels in the shaking hands of Drunk Cal, Drunk Brian, Mississippi Billy, Shouting Joe, et al who stagger back and forth before deciding to attack each other with these potentially lethal weapons. Then, they’ll all become friends again as they share a big ol’ jug of poison, while the do-gooders look on and pat themselves on the back . . .
Such is “compassion” Housing First-style.