Homeless of Perth.
Tonight I bought Maccas for dinner. I ate it outside of Perth Woolworths in the Cbd. Two homeless men came over to where I was sitting. This made me feel a little bit uncomfortable. I like to maitain my personal space at all times. One of the men wore an orange beanie. It was quite cold and windy. They started to roll a smoke. The guy with the orange beanie, was so hungry he asked to eat the lettuce out of my maccas container.
"Want some chips?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "I'm starving."
I thought, jeez, you must be starving, to be wanting to eat the lettuce out of a Maccas container.
The other guy wore a black beanie with a skull on it.
"We're homeless," he said.
I gathered they where.
"I'm not homeless, I'm from Sydney," says me.
"I was from Sydney, from Hurstville, actually Oatley," he said.
He told me worked stacking shelves at Jewell. I don't think Jewel supermarkets are in business anymore.
He said the no on cares about the homeless, so we have to look after ourselves.
I asked whether there was any help. He said that on Tuesdays and Salvation Army truck comes around. And on Thursday there were food handouts from a welfare place.
He said that he takes food away and sticks it in his bag. Although other homeless people steal stuff when he sleeps. He showed me a slit in the side of his black backpack where someone had stole food.
"They wanted it more," he said.
How truly desperate and hungry must these homeless people be to do that. An eye opener.
But for the grace of God, go I.
The guy in the orange beanie said someone had stolen his stuff as he slept.
"You've got to sleep on your back, or your stuff gets stolen," the guy in the black beanie advised.
Black beanie said he was paying for belongings still in storage. He couldn't afford transport to access.
"A bit cold for you?" I asked.
Orange beanie was shivering as he ate my chips.
He told me the workers let him sleep in an enclosure near the elevators that were out of the wind.
They knew how to find the spots sheltered from wind and rain.
Black beanie said he wanted to work again fixing cars.
He reckoned reaching out to others, like giving orange beanie a smoke, was good for karma. He reckoned Karma was a woman, and she should be bitchy to those deserving bad karma.
I just gave some money to a Perth charity that feed homeless people. *Not bad for someone lacking integrity.
I wished them well as I went into Woolworths. I have worried that with my mental illness perhaps I could become homeless. That is why I am reaching out to family.
Homeless of Perth.
Tonight I bought Maccas for dinner. I ate it outside of Perth Woolworths in the Cbd. Two homeless men came over to where I was sitting. This made me feel a little bit uncomfortable. I like to maitain my personal space at all times. One of the men wore an orange beanie. It was quite cold and windy. They started to roll a smoke. The guy with the orange beanie, was so hungry he asked to eat the lettuce out of my maccas container.
"Want some chips?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "I'm starving."
I thought, jeez, you must be starving, to be wanting to eat the lettuce out of a Maccas container.
The other guy wore a black beanie with a skull on it.
"We're homeless," he said.
I gathered they where.
"I'm not homeless, I'm from Sydney," says me.
"I was from Sydney, from Hurstville, actually Oatley," he said.
He told me worked stacking shelves at Jewell. I don't think Jewel supermarkets are in business anymore.
He said the no on cares about the homeless, so we have to look after ourselves.
I asked whether there was any help. He said that on Tuesdays and Salvation Army truck comes around. And on Thursday there were food handouts from a welfare place.
He said that he takes food away and sticks it in his bag. Although other homeless people steal stuff when he sleeps. He showed me a slit in the side of his black backpack where someone had stole food.
"They wanted it more," he said.
How truly desperate and hungry must these homeless people be to do that. An eye opener.
But for the grace of God, go I.
The guy in the orange beanie said someone had stolen his stuff as he slept.
"You've got to sleep on your back, or your stuff gets stolen," the guy in the black beanie advised.
Black beanie said he was paying for belongings still in storage. He couldn't afford transport to access.
"A bit cold for you?" I asked.
Orange beanie was shivering as he ate my chips.
He told me the workers let him sleep in an enclosure near the elevators that were out of the wind.
They knew how to find the spots sheltered from wind and rain.
Black beanie said he wanted to work again fixing cars.
He reckoned reaching out to others, like giving orange beanie a smoke, was good for karma. He reckoned Karma was a woman, and she should be bitchy to those deserving bad karma.
I just gave some money to a Perth charity that feed homeless people. *Not bad for someone lacking integrity.
I wished them well as I went into Woolworths. I have worried that with my mental illness perhaps I could become homeless. That is why I am reaching out to family.
Rainbird Photography – Just another WordPress site
Finally some good news. This is my new web page. It requires a few edits and tweaks. Finally out of all the worry of the last few years an achievement. This is what I have been working towards on extended leave and finally it is finished. Time to leave the strangers in this town behind me, and focus on the positive and creative. The running dream might be coming to a close, but another bigger dream, my photography dream is taking shape.
I made something good happen, and all my worries fade into the background, and a positive way foward becomes clear
Wow, Kiwong. That is an awesome web page! :thumbup:Rainbird Photography – Just another WordPress site
Finally some good news. This is my new web page. It requires a few edits and tweaks. Finally out of all the worry of the last few years an achievement. This is what I have been working towards on extended leave and finally it is finished. Time to leave the strangers in this town behind me, and focus on the positive and creative. The running dream might be coming to a close, but another bigger dream, my photography dream is taking shape.
I made something good happen, and all my worries fade into the background, and a positive way foward becomes clear