Monthly Archives: October 2013

Obama’s priorities and more

By Max R. Weller

BOHO INFO on Facebook.

What really matters to our American President? 1) Golf; 2) spying on German Chancellor Angela Merkel (pay no attention to Obama’s denial of his role in it); and 3) leaving behind his personal legacy of the most intrusive yet dysfunctional federal government in American history.

Good news for the GOP in the 2014 midterm elections? Could be, if Obama’s approval rating continues heading south. See the NBC/Wall Street Journal poll here. Wealthy white elites in Boulder, CO still worship him, but they live in an alternate reality.

And how low can the Obama administration sink, anyway? See ‘Obama’s exploitation of Newtown anniversary . . .’ from Emily Miller of the Washington Times.

I went back to my campsite yesterday afternoon and tried to take a nap, because it was too cold to sit in my favorite spot in the 4900 block of N. Broadway and read a book. The loudmouthed drunks partying in front of the Mexican restaurant made sleep impossible, and they were about the length of a football field away from me! Eventually, I gave up napping and wandered over near ’em. Shortly after that they left the area, but not before one of the three inebriates fell over (for no apparent reason except being pickled) as he was pushing his bike down the sidewalk. One of his friends helped him to his feet, and away they went to brighten the day for other folks elsewhere in Boulder.

I haven’t been on the corner of N. Broadway & U.S. 36 since Sunday, but I did well then cash-wise and haven’t had to worry about it. With warmer weather forecast for today through Sunday, you’ll see me in the role of sober and humble beggar once again. Por favor, no dan dinero a los borrachos que se ven.

Tonight at my campsite: extra sharp cheddar cheese sandwiches on potato bread and assorted goodies.

Max’s Journal 10/30/2013

By Max R. Weller

BOHO INFO on Facebook.

When I got up and left my campsite this morning after an overnight rain turning to snow, with about 1″ accumulation, it seemed to be above freezing and the sky was clear. Naturally, I was delighted with the prospect of a sunny day and temps high enough to dry things out. Then, around 5:30AM as I stood in front of the north entrance to Boulder Shelter for the Homeless, I watched in dismay as a big bank of ice fog rolled in from the northeast. By the time I left BSH around 7:15, it was colder and a thick layer of clouds and fog put an end to my hopes weather-wise. To make matters worse, local drivers can’t deal with this small sample of wintry conditions to come, according to this report in the Daily Camera.

Unfortunately for a hermit like me, the bums I despise are lurking at every public venue offering refuge from the slushy mess — coffee shops, book stores, the Main Library at 1001 Arapahoe is their de facto day shelter, likewise the University Memorial Center (I’ve never been there myself), etc. I have cashews and a bag of candy bars to snack on in my burrow, so I’ll crawl back into its comfort and isolation if it’s still too cold to sit and read outside in my usual spot by this afternoon.

Along with my daily regimen of cranberry juice, I’ve begun eating yogurt. Not just any yogurt, however. If it ain’t sweet like Brown Cow Blueberry Cream Top, but instead sour like an old pair of sneakers worn by a Denver transient, I’m not eating the stuff. I’m hoping that yogurt will help ward off any gastrointestinal problems, which I never suffered very often until coming to Colorado. Twice since last January, I’ve gone without eating for a day or more because of GI tract issues. No, I’m not eating the free slop offered to the homeless at various places, and I have no clue why this is happening to me now at age 57.

Slowly but surely, according to the Denver Post, the truth about Obamacare is coming into focus. As then Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) said, “But we have to pass the [health care] bill so that you can find out what’s in it . . .” Try to put a positive spin on this latest fiasco — having nothing to do with a malfunctioning website — if you can, Obamabots.

And while you’re at it, here’s another one: ‘US swallowed $9.7 billion loss on General motors rescue’ from CNBC.

I just had to get up and leave my public access computer station here at Norlin Library, again due to Filthy Phil’s dumpster-diving aroma, and I’ve sneaked around the corner to use a so-called 15 minute computer instead. STINK like his should be against the law!

Polls on ‘President Obama Job Approval’ from RealClearPolitics. Happy Halloween, everyone! I’ll be trick-or-treating in my Obama mask, which seems apropos given the increasing number of Americans who are becoming scared of the current POTUS.

Ernest T. Bass returns to Boulder Shelter and more

By Max R. Weller

BOHO INFO on Facebook.

I walked up to Boulder Shelter for the Homeless at my usual time around 5 o’clock this morning, and immediately noticed that one of the windows next to the north entrance was taped over. Later on, from the inside as I was leaving, I could see that someone had thrown a large object (presumably a rock) through it. This also occurred on three occasions in a brief span of time a couple of years ago, as I recall. A lot of the Denver bums share the intellectual capacity of that rock-throwing fictional character from The Andy Griffith Show, Ernest T. Bass, so his name will serve well as a generic label for the miscreant(s) here in Boulder, CO. As Mayberry Deputy Barney Fife put it, “He’s a nut!”

‘Personal Safety Top Reason Americans Own Guns Today’ poll from Gallup.

I was outside in this miserable cold drizzle for eighteen straight hours, from noon yesterday until 6AM. I spent most of it huddled inside my burrow reading, snacking, and wondering about the purported 300 days of sunshine per year we supposedly enjoy here. I can stay warm on the outside, but breathing in frosty air for hours and hours tends to chill one’s innards. I feel like a giant scoop of fried ice cream. One good thing is that the cold seems to lessen the pain from my bad hip, although it remains dysfunctional and my right leg is now an inch or so shorter than my left.

No, I’m NOT staying overnight at either BSH or an emergency warming center. Boulder Shelter blues/Bedbugs bite you as you snooze/Coffee tastes bad, too (I realize, strictly speaking, that a proper haiku is unrhymed.)

An example of one of Drunk Brian’s stories which I’m tired of hearing him repeat is about bumming up and down the California coast with another homeless man, and shoplifting fifths of vodka from liquor stores along the way. He complains that he still has an outstanding warrant from that state; I’ll presume it’s for Failure to Appear on a shoplifting charge. If I had nothing better to tell others, I’d give it up . . .

What a bunch of slimeballs we see in the Obama administration! They couldn’t tell the truth if their lives depended on it. See ‘White House knew millions could not keep plans under Obamacare’ from CNBC.

It would be great if George Reynolds Branch of Boulder Public Library were open now, since it’s conveniently located across Table Mesa from King Soopers. When will it be ready? I’m not going to loiter at the grocery store as many others do, but I hate retreating to my campsite so early in the day.

Max’s Journal 10/28/2013

By Max R. Weller

BOHO INFO on Facebook for your convenience.

I slept soundly with my large 8′ by 10′ Walmart tarp covering my sleeping bags and blankets last night, not that it was necessary to stay dry, but in order to keep the pesky fox from absconding with my grocery bag or stealing one of my moccasins. Thus far in my years of sleeping outside, no critter except a mouse has crawled underneath that waterproof layer to visit me in my own burrow. To add insult to injury, when I examined the package of chocolate chip cookies taken by Br’er Fox two nights ago, I found that a couple of cookies remained — as if the varmint were saying to me, “I’m not such a bad guy, I’ll share your own treats with you.”

How worthless is a grand jury indictment which, in effect, charges parents as accessories to the murder of their child BUT FAILS TO INDICT ANYONE FOR THE MURDER ITSELF? (This is a rhetorical question, for you Boulderites who might not understand). To me, it seems clear that the Ramsey grand jury back in 1999 had no focus on seeking the truth, but wanted only to “get” John and Patsy Ramsey. Of course no competent prosecutor would sign off on such horseshit; hell no! And any criminal defense attorney picked at random by the Ramseys would have shredded the state’s case in short order. Evan Ravitz and other Boulder, CO ghouls need to get on with their lives, after almost 17 years of spewing hatred at the Ramseys and at those in law enforcement, and cease picking at the bones of JonBenet.*

I’m truly sick and tired of Drunk Brian hanging around my neighborhood along the 4900 block of N. Broadway and near U.S. 36. Yesterday, he was drunk again, passed out in front of the Mexican restaurant in front of a large NO TRESPASSING sign. Every time he sees me, he wants to recite the same old tales of his homeless adventures (as interesting to me as watching paint dry) or start whining about wanting to change his life — yet he repeats the same stupid behaviors over and over, waiting for someone else to come along and wave a Magic Wand to make it all better for him. I believe that the youngest fan of my blog, who has just entered the Middle School grades, is perceptive enough to see Drunk Brian as an example of the damage caused by choosing an alcoholic lifestyle — AND IT IS A CHOICE — but why should any of us be have to be exposed to his antics on a daily basis? DB could be a candidate for the Housing First project under construction at 1175 Lee Hill, but even if you put him into a new $200,000 apartment he’d probably continue doing what he does now during daylight hours. There ought to be a sober program, located at least 50 miles away from any source of alcohol, to which street drunks are involuntarily committed per the laws in all 50 states and D.C. People who have shown an inability to take care of their basic needs are obviously non compos mentis and the civil libertarians have done them no good at all by emptying psychiatric facilities.

Vote for anybody but incumbents Matt Appelbaum and Macon Cowles in the upcoming Boulder City Council election.

Tonight at my campsite: barbecue beef sandwiches on potato bread with dill pickle slices.

*Yes, I know it’s a graphic image, but it needs to be put in those terms to show the obsession of Ravitz and the others in perspective; they’re sick bastards, exploiting this tragedy to draw attention to themselves.

Do-gooders or evildoers? And more, including the fox stealing my chocolate chip cookies

By Max R. Weller

The following is copied from the Facebook page of Boulder Shelter for the Homeless:

Shelter staff toured the Shelter with some folks from Safehouse Progressive Alliance for Nonviolence last week to discuss services and increase collaboration and communication between our two agencies. Thank you, SPAN, for all the good work you do.

Comments are also copied here:

Max Weller: Oh, the IRONY here! BSH welcomes registered sex offenders (most of whom are convicted child molesters), and homeless survivors of sexual abuse are forced to share shelter space with them.

Boulder Shelter for the Homeless: Thanks, Max. You’ve identified one of the inherent challenges involved in serving a broad and complex homeless community, and the exact reason we work closely with SPAN.

Max Weller: Seriously, you should consider running for political office — and I’ll leave it at that.

Well, in good conscience I can’t leave it at that without saying two things. 1) I do not understand why homeless sexual predators are NOT segregated from homeless survivors of sexual abuse by BSH, because most homeless shelters for single adults in America today don’t accept registered sex offenders as clients under any circumstances; and 2) it’s really quite misleading and insulting to lump registered sex offenders in with all other homeless people in a homogeneous community (people are individuals, first and foremost, and should be recognized as such and treated accordingly).

Donors to BSH ought to reconsider just what it is they’re supporting, and then join me in calling for new leadership at this nonprofit.

BTW, we’re now down to four functioning showers for over 100 men at BSH. By design there are a dozen, but over the course of the past year or more nothing in the men’s shower area ever gets fixed when it breaks down; yet another example of FUBAR administration by the benighted characters running the local homeless shelter. In their own homes, without a doubt, executive director Greg Harms and board president Ardith Sehulster would call a plumber immediately.

‘Another perspective on release of Ramsey indictment’ by Boulder County DA Stan Garnett from the Daily Camera. A very informative commentary and everyone ought to read it with the intention of gaining a better understanding of how things really work. I say this, knowing full well that local Froot Loops will continue to spew hateful nonsence in re the Ramsey case until the day they die . . .

Fight outside of the Bustop Gentleman’s Club this morning shortly after 7:30, involving two bums who trespassed there after leaving BSH next door. One skinny guy of average height came striding up to a much taller skinny guy, then Shorter Guy threw Taller Guy to the ground, jumped on top of him, and began whaling away with his right hand. We could hear the smacks of fist on face at the SKIP bus stop about 100′ away! It lasted less than 30 seconds, before SG got up and left the scene. TG was bloodied on the left side of his face, and strangely enough he said that the dispute had started inside the homeless shelter, and it was over the coffee being served. WTF? I buy the cheapest instant coffee I can find at King Soopers, because the swill served with breakfast at BSH never tastes quite the same from day to day, but it is consistently BAD. I can’t imagine fighting about it; there must be more to the story. Anyway, this fight amounted to the same thing you see with a couple of canines scrapping to establish which one is dominant — later on, Shorter Guy will probably return to mark his territory.

Now to the thieving fox: I enjoyed eating most of a package of chocolate chip cookies before falling asleep last night at my campsite. I left the remainder of the package next to my pillow, and I was going to have that for my breakfast around 5AM. Because the weather overnight has been so warm for this time of year, I’ve left my tarp off to the side. This gave Br’er Fox the chance to boldly snatch my package of sweet treats, which I discovered when I heard a rustling noise about 10′ from my spot. I looked up and saw the miscreant ripping something open. The critter briefly glanced at me when I yelled, with a look of pure disdain for the human species, and went right on with its meal. Then I noticed my cookies were missing. I’ll wager this is the same varmint from about three years ago, which grabbed the end of my sock as I slept and tried to pull it off my foot! Didn’t bite my toes, just wanted my sock.

Better critters than bums stealing from me, I always say.

I thought it was a headline in the Onion and more

By Max R. Weller

‘Ramseys indicted in 1999’ — I walked past the newsstand containing copies of the Daily Camera outside of King Soopers on Table Mesa this morning, and I had to shake my head in wonder. Ignorance of how the legal process works can be excused in laymen, but the most important function of purported journalists like Charlie Brennan and others on the DC staff is to educate the public, an often tedious task which doesn’t gain one a lot of publicity. Unfortunately, Charlie himself is as dumb as a box of rocks and seeks only to be the center of attention in a high-profile unsolved homicide from 1996. Truth is, that’s just one of literally thousands and thousands of killings which have never been solved from then until now.

To me, the most striking thing about the Ramsey case is the virulent hatred directed against the grieving parents right from the start (and some local crackpots are not even aware that Patsy Ramsey has been deceased for years). Innocent until proven guilty? Not in Boulder, CO. Maybe it’s because the Ramsey family came here from Georgia, and maybe also it’s the fact that JonBenet was a part of the child beauty pageant scene, which “enlightened” locals label as exploitation (although it’s not at all clear to me how they’ve reached that conclusion). The fact that the Ramseys were wealthy? So what? Only certifiable Froot Loops think that this is why they weren’t prosecuted. Ask Alex Midyette how much his family’s money, influence, and ties to Boulder County helped him . . .

I’m truly embarrassed for Boulderites.

FYI, Frank Jones, whoever you are: I’ve checked with the Gmail website on how I should go about reporting abusive e-mails, and if there’s another one from you I’ll follow through with a complaint. As you know, I already have your e-mail address; I also have your IP address because you’ve foolishly submitted abusive comments to my blog (which I deleted, of course). Words to the wise . . . You’re NOT the first online knucklehead I’ve dealt with, far from it.

Good weather for sleeping lately, and I’m also enjoying the clear skies for both star-gazing and seeing the occasional meteors flash across my field of view. And I have chocolate chip cookies for snacking at my campsite tonight. Best of all, NO BUMS AROUND!

One more week until the godawful Daylight Savings Time ends. I’m tired of sunrise being delayed until after 7AM; it ain’t right.

That’s all, folks!

Max’s Journal 10/25/2013

By Max R. Weller

Latest polls from RealClearPolitics in re Obamacare. You can make a case that it’s the Republicans who are trying to stand up for the will of the people; still, it’s poor political strategy to go about it as they have.

See ‘Democrats Run for ObamaCare Cover’ by Kimberley Strassel from the Wall Street Journal. Quoting from it below:

Jeanne Shaheen doesn’t sound like a Democrat who just won a government-shutdown “victory.” Ms. Shaheen sounds like a Democrat who thinks she’s going to lose her job.

The New Hampshire senator fundamentally altered the health-care fight on Tuesday with a letter to the White House demanding it both extend the ObamaCare enrollment deadline and waive tax penalties for those unable to enroll. Within nanoseconds, Arkansas Sen. Mark Pryor had endorsed her “common-sense idea.” By Wednesday night, five Senate Democrats were on board, pushing for . . . what’s that dirty GOP word? Oh, right. “Delay.”


This Democratic freakout has been building for months, even if it was masked by the shutdown headlines and the way the media reported that event. Nationally, yes, the GOP took a drubbing on the shutdown. But next year isn’t a national election. It’s a midterm that will turn on key states, where polls all along have found disapproval of ObamaCare, the president and his party’s handling of the economy.

In closing:

The White House has lived in fear of this moment, and the administration’s biggest problem is that it has no quick bandage for this bleed. is weeks or months from being fixed—if it is fixable at all. Enrollment numbers will thus remain dismal. The insurance horror stories are only beginning. The congressional hearings, too. The administration could sack Health and Human Services Secretary Kathleen Sebelius, but it knows that getting a replacement nominee through the Senate would likely prove more painful than keeping her.

Democrats will do their best to keep shifting blame to the GOP, but those complaints are losing traction. This week was a turning point.

Interesting confrontation this morning in the parking lot of the Bustop Gentleman’s Club, right next to Boulder Shelter for the Homeless, and I saw the whole thing. The manager came out of the front door about 5:15AM, as he does between 5 and 6 o’clock every morning, being the last employee of this fine establishment to leave the premises. A bum I’d never seen before was seated on the bench intended for use by the dancers and club patrons who are taking a cigarette break; he was trespassing after hours, of course. The manager informed him that he was on private property and must leave immediately. The bum made some reply that I couldn’t quite make out, but the manager replied, “Don’t get mouthy with me! I have a gun in my hand, like I do every morning when I come out here, and I don’t need to be spooked by some f***ing asshole on the bench.” Trespassing bum got up and left. As an eyewitness, I was prepared to back up the manager’s story — whatever it was — if he’d shot this arrogant POS. I walk across the Bustop parking lot every morning, and the manager has seen me do so many times, but he knows that I’m not going to attempt to rob him or break into the club or vandalize the building. It pays to be law-abiding . . .

Someone gave me an RTD “guest pass” this morning, as I was riding the SKIP up here to the CU campus and Norlin Library. This is the same free pass that has been handed out to many other homeless people as part of the flood relief effort, no questions asked. I accepted it, and it will save me about $15 in bus fares before it expires on October 31st. I rationalize this by considering all of the money I’ve given to RTD in the past few years and how they want to turn around and waste it on the boondoggle of a heavy diesel rail connection (NOT so-called light rail) from Denver to Longmont, passing through Boulder. It’s only a few bucks to my advantage, and I haven’t ripped off the relief effort for camping gear, clothes, etc. Isn’t that little devil whispering in my ear a persuasive fellow?

Tonight at my campsite: junk food galore!

Max’s Journal 10/24/2013

By Max R. Weller


There will be an Emergency Warming Center Tonight, Thursday October 24th, 2013 at Congregation St Andrew Presbyterian Church, 3700 Baseline Rd.
Please Do Not arrive earlier that 6:00 PM! Doors open at 7:00 PM.

The free bus to Boulder Homeless Shelter will pick up at Walnut & 11th at approximately 5:00 PM. The Bus to BOHO’s Emergency Warming Center
will leave the Shelter at 7:15 PM. The bus will be available every night BOHO is open except Sunday nights. There is no bus on Sunday nights.
*Until November 15th 2013, BOHO will open Emergency Warming Centers on Weather Based Related Criteria.*

So what? That’s my reaction to this tabloid-style reportage in the Daily Camera. A few hysterical Boulderites still don’t understand that there will be NO prosecution of John Ramsey, because the current Boulder County DA is bound by ethical rules against prosecuting anyone when there is not sufficient reason to believe that it would result in a conviction. THIS IS A GOOD THING! There are thousands of unsolved homicides in America every year — Boulder, CO is not at all unique in that regard. Get a grip, people!

‘Boulder experts . . .’ on sexual healing? Charlatans! Quacks! Self-absorbed navel-gazers! If you’re a Boulderite suffering from sexual dysfunction, you ought to turn to modern science for a solution.

I’ve finally gotten around to using some of the new stuff I bought at Walmart in Lafayette last month. New pair of jeans, new long-sleeve T-shirt, new belt, and a new backpack (the same Coleman model as my old one, which lasted for years). I still wear the worn-out Ford cap, because it tends to make CU coeds feel sympathy for the Homeless Philosopher and they even open doors at Norlin Library for him, and they smile doing so. True, I could have gotten all sorts of clothes and other gear for free, simply by doing as so many other homeless people have done in the past few weeks, and pretending to be a flood survivor. But, I feel much better doing it my way.

‘Stocks rise, aided by Ford, 3M results’ from the Denver Post. Quoting from the report below:

Ford earned an adjusted profit of 45 cents per share—a record for the third quarter—as sales rose 12 percent to $36 billion. The Dearborn, Mich.-based automaker sold 1.5 million cars and trucks in the quarter, up 16 percent. Wall Street analysts had expected Ford to earn 37 cents per share, according to data from FactSet. Ford rose 41 cents, or 2 percent, to $17.94.

Worth noting, all you Obamabots, is that Ford Motor Co. declined to be bailed out of trouble by the taxpayers — unlike General Motors and Chrysler. Who’s on top now? Buy a Ford and show your support for free enterprise.

Good luck to the St. Louis Cardinals in the World Series. I hope I’m not jinxing them, because I rooted for them back in ’85 when they were defeated by the Kansas City Royals (aided by the notorious umpire Don Denkinger, who now favors the use of instant replay to review close calls like the one he blew in Game 6). I’d love to have a Cards baseball cap, whether they win or lose this time.

That’s all, folks!

Max’s Journal 10/23/2013

By Max R. Weller

ONLY IN BOULDER, CO — home to literally thousands of the idle rich, who have way too much time on their hands — would we find a letter-to-the-editor such as this one from the Daily Camera.

‘To fix Obamacare website, blow it up’ from CNNMoney. Better to blow up Obamacare itself and start over, with the goal of a truly universal health care system that is single-payer. Enroll every citizen in Medicare as soon as they obtain a Social Security number (usually as young children). Drive a stake through the heart of Obamacare, which combines the worst features of meddlesome government bureaucracy and greedy private insurers. Shouldn’t health care be about physician and patient?

I’m so thankful to be able to live outside, rather than in a homeless shelter or an emergency warming center. If I can do it (despite my physical handicaps) others can do it, too. Sobriety is essential, however, and therein lies the rub. The social services industry employs a lot of people, and encouraging self-sufficiency by the homeless goes against their raison d’etre. For example, Housing First clients might as well be wearing diapers — they’re that helpless and dependent on government and nonprofit nannies. Personally, I’d rather be dead than in the clutches of the do-gooders.

Tonight at my campsite: Frito “pie” with Hormel canned chili.

Wild critters and a Denver knucklehead

By Max R. Weller

It was so pleasant weather-wise last night that I decided to throw off my tarp and gaze at the stars. I can’t recall what time this was, but when I looked around there were five mule deer within fifty feet of me. They glanced at me for only a second or two, then continued grazing their way across the field where I have my campsite, before crossing U.S. 36 to their usual nightly spot over by Railroad Man’s place (he’s the guy with two cabooses and a sleeper car in his yard). Geez, it’s easy to see why they’re called “mule” deer; their ears are huge compared to those of the whitetail deer back in my home state of Missouri. Three does and what I guessed were a couple of yearling fawns, too big to have been born this past spring.

I fell asleep with my tarp laid aside. A while later, I heard Br’er Fox rustling around in my nearby trash bag. There wasn’t anything to his liking, as I’m careful to avoid leaving out food that would attract him and/or his acquaintance, Br’er Skunk. When I do toss away chicken bones for ’em, it’s far away from my spot because they’ve shown a tendency to squabble over such treats in the past.

This morning around 4AM (I did check my watch then because I sensed it was nearly time for me to get up), the neighborhood coyotes set up a chorus from both north and east, calling back and forth with the latest coyote gossip:

“Hey, don’t bite the humans over in Niwot. They’ll track you down and shoot you!”

“Thanks for the tip. Can we still eat the prairie dogs?”

“Of course.”

I love this sort of bucolic experience, and much prefer it to any interaction with drunks, dope fiends, and assorted crazies. Drunk Brian called me “antisocial” just the other day because I’ve made it clear to him that I find his company undesirable. He spent yesterday afternoon passed out drunk in front of the Mexican restaurant in the 4900 block of N. Broadway, right next to one of the large NO TRESPASSING signs there. Me? I’ve been sober and glad of it for over a decade now.

Which brings me to this morning outside Boulder Shelter for the Homeless . . . The rules are very clear: this secure facility opens at 6AM, only staff can open the door, those hardy souls like me coming inside must then check in with staff at the front desk, we must turn in any weapons and/or meds, etc. A few minutes before 6 o’clock on this occasion, some wild-eyed fool I’d never seen before opened the door and invited us inside. Although there are many new staff members at BSH this winter season, I knew at a glance that this character wasn’t one of ’em; I took him for another druggie from Denver.

I said to him, “You’re NOT staff — what the hell are you doing? You’re going to get us all in trouble for coming in early! Get the f*** away from us!”

He closed the door, but gave me the finger. So, I cussed him out as I usually do with all knuckleheads who try to get me caught up in their stupidity for no reason. I don’t recall exactly, but I may have called him an idiot and worse. He came back over to the door, opened it again, and started running his mouth as if I could be intimidated by that. A staff member in the back office apparently heard the commotion, and she came up front at that point. I briefly described what had occurred, while Denver Druggie continued trying to take charge of the situation. He failed to do so. The staff member sat him down on the nearby bench, and asked us to wait before coming inside. DD refused to calm down, and after a few minutes he was instructed to leave the premises. As he went out the door, he pointed to me and made some vague reference to seeing me outside later on. He continued running his mouth as he was standing on BSH property, lacking any common sense or self-control whatsoever. The staff member, to her credit, told him to leave the property altogether or she would call the police.

I didn’t want that done on my account, since talking to the cops would have delayed my morning routine of showering, drying yesterday’s laundry, drinking my mug of instant coffee, etc. I didn’t sense that Denver Druggie was actually going to attack me physically, because I’d been standing right there throughout the drama and all he did was talk. In any case, I presume he’ll be banned from BSH for a period of time. Furthermore, since I don’t hang out at the favorite gathering places of Denver bums like Central Park and Pearl Street Mall, I’ll probably never see him again.

I’m concerned, however, about my own attitude during this ruckus. I feel so much ANGER towards these bums (which I manage to conceal, except when I express it in writing) that I have no fear — never a wise approach. I know enough from my time in Missouri DOC to watch my back, but if it comes down to a fight I intend to hurt my opponent with any dirty tactic I can use, including driving my trekking pole into his Adam’s apple or groin. I’m halfway ashamed to admit that I’d probably enjoy doing so.

That’s NOT the way I used to feel when I was actually a participant in the Real World, and not the Homeless Philosopher.

Thank goodness I have the wild critters and Nature in general to enjoy on a daily basis.