Constant Change/Metaphor My Eye!

by Joseph Bolden

Constant Change,Metaphor My Eye!

Hello good Fem.’s n’ Men it is I Shmo,Blow,or Cup-a-Me writing again.

For a few weeks there has been good mixed with equally bad times.

Besides worries on rent a month ago now there seems to be tax problems from a few years back.

Since I don’t earn enough to imagine tax returns my paperwork was kind of lost for a few years in a messy, disordered one room apartment better known as S.R.O. [Single Room Occupant].

While a good,loyal friend is walking along with hundreds maybe thousands of other folks are on The Longest Walk

From the island of Alcatraz through the many small towns, cities, and through states to Washington,D.C.

I,if not we made a pact or promise: whom ever has a place the other can visit, lay their head, rest, recuperate for while before going back to our lives.

We’ve helped each other over time, I hope that we held up each other when we needed each others strength for an extra push or away from edges we didn’t see.

A new friend is going through their particular purgatory this with estranged family reunions.

Being homeless is bad enough when abandoned by family but to be totally alone knowing that some family members don’t give a…

It’s a bitter pill to swallow after surviving on the streets,finding friends who more by action than words show your worth and their own in those small seemingly insignificant ways.
Whether its an invite to dip toes in the ocean or lunch for no reason just because.

We find the phonies from the real folks and count ourselves lucky to have these good people in our lives.

That’s the hidden pressure of losing or nearly losing housing when one has experienced house-lessness.

There are hidden communities of extended friends at times more valuable than blood families if family breaks down.

I count myself as extremely blessed to have family help me and friends help me when feeling on the end of a precipice about to fall over a few friends and family held me refusing to let me fall, pulled me back to solid land.

I’m quietly most proud to have helped a few friends and family when the mean presented themselves may this continue in ways unimaginable later.

Now it’s the threat of housing yet again stabs at me.

Those real estate and foreign exchange business opportunities are beginning to look better in my eyes, General Assistance I’ve been on and off of for years.

Since I’ve traveled a little it may be that its way past time to not only take a chance but prepare for success.

Already I’ve dealt with failure in my work life, a relationship I wanted but became a deeper emotional friendship that’s grown making me more than someone’s substitute booty call which
I very well might have become if said friend had less spiritual,moral fortitude, also dealing with growing-up-too-fast emotional traumas and physical abuses.

What will I do once this personal crisis is over?

Well while looking at old tv’s,movies about Vampyres , Werewolves,and
assorted immortals it came to me why not
learn a few languages,math,travel a bit before staying in Ameri-land for life.

Give myself time, freedom, some romance,quietude and adventure.

I sound like Frodo or Bilbo Baggins for a last adventure aboard Gandolf’s ship along with elves.

I could very well go on a quest few are one seeking, recreating the fabulous stone that is no stone of legend: THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE!

The things it does not matter whether the legend is true or false what matters is ways to occupy the time remaining to me.

Of course there is only one place to go if the stone is true…

Coast To Coast AM.

I’d talk to Art Bell first and if one can manipulate time
will revisit from time to time all the hosts of that most excellent of mind expanding show.

For now its housing, friends,family,lovers, and loved ones to see,then later places to visit.

Who knows, with another 20+ or more years allotted to me this may be one of many excellent adventures I may take, make, and bring along a few friends along the way.

Using my creative/slight scientific bent may help me still live an extraordinary life where I could not before in this weary mundane dreary one.

All you adventurer’s/adventuretts pray and wish me luck.

I don’t know about anyone else but I feel blessed to have a quest,a thing to do or contribute before passing and still there’s always
Cryonics just in case it all goes wrong,as back up still need to join A.A.R.P. and Common Wealth Club.

After all one must share discoveries in case all this goes right.