HELP BOULDER COUNTY’S OWN HOMELESS PEOPLE, NOT TRANSIENTS!
By Max R. Weller
In the absence of the Homeless Peanut Gallery acting out on the wall in front of the Mexican restaurant in the 4900 block of N. Broadway, passersby were in a generous mood. Yesterday, I enjoyed a $50 day while playing the role of Humble Beggar for a couple of hours on the corner of U.S. 36, and now I can begin saving cash for the lean times ahead . . . When the filthy, drunken louts and tweakers are present, people are understandably in a foul mood and NOT inclined to hand money they believe — correctly, in many cases — will go for cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs. I haven’t been plagued by the bums for about three weeks now, ever since the alcoholic child molester (see below) had to seek treatment for his frostbitten toe:
BTW, this pervert’s pal was in Boulder Shelter for the Homeless this morning, but Crusty Cliff yet again failed to take a Free shower using the Free soap, Free shampoo, Free deodorant, etc. which is handed out just for the asking. Crusty literally looked as though he needed to be stripped naked (and his clothes burned), then stood up against a wall and blasted with a fire hose to loosen the dirt, if not wash it away completely. I’m NOT a praying man, sharing Huck Finn’s skepticism, but if any of you readers are please, PLEASE pray that Crusty doesn’t hang out in my spot today. Or any other day in the future . . .
I was delighted to receive a new tarp from my Longmont friend on Saturday, and as it turns out it was slightly larger than its stated 9’x12′ size. This will come in handy in keeping my meager belongings dry.
That’s all for now. Time to play online chess with worthy opponents from around the world, who will show me new ways to lose.