Knuckleheads and Fine Dining at the Homeless Shelter, and the walls were too Damned thin

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y crew at our usual corner table. We’re laughing and cracking wise on our neighbors when it happens. The smoke alarms go off.</p><p id="05cb">It happens almost every morning, and often at lunch and dinner. I asked one of the employees what the Hell was going on with the smoke alarms. I couldn’t believe what she told me.</p><p id="63c4">“ It’s because people are putting cream cheese and butter on their bread and bagels, then they put it in the toaster.” I laughed and shook my head.</p><p id="d499">“ no wonder the toasters are always broken,” I answered. It didn’t surprise me in the least. Homeless people are different. On my floor, the guy in the room next to mine loved porn.</p><h2 id="5ba4">Porn at full blast, without the visuals, is annoying</h2><p id="9c5f">He would watch that crap with the volume full blast. Imagine trying to sleep, or read a book with that going on. I had another neighbor, he stayed down the hall, and he would have loud arguments with himself. At all hours of the day and night.</p><h2 id="cc94">He would have loud arguments that could be heard all over the floor</h2><p id="5c1d">He would also go

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on rants about the crack smokers on the floor. I know what crack smells like, it smells like burning tar. I never smelled that on my floor.</p><p id="5eb8">Another guy, an older man with Parkinson’s Disease so bad. You couldn’t walk too close to him, he would hit you without meaning to.</p><p id="032a">That was one reason I always wore shoes or slippers when I went to the toilet. He never could aim right. There was a guy on the floor above me. He would wake up around the time I went to bed.</p><p id="e4d3">He would turn on the TV so loud, I bet you could have heard in orbit. It was a trip living there, but I was grateful to be there regardless. Anything was better than being on the street or hanging in the library all day.</p><p id="b4a7">Always remember, no matter how bad things are, they can be worse, and be grateful for what you have. I wasn’t staying at the best place. It was better than sharing a room with ten other guys. It sure as Hell was better than loitering at the library.</p><h2 id="50a6">Final Thought:</h2><p id="df7a">Appreciate what you have, some folks would kill for a lot less.</p></article></body>

People different than you and I

I’m lying on my bed at the homeless shelter when my stomach starts to rumble. It’s time to get up for breakfast. I get up and dressed, then I get my shaving stuff and head to the restroom and shower area.

I go downstairs and wait in line. On weekdays, there’s no hot breakfast, a choice of Bagels, or hot or cold cereal. There’s also juice and hot coffee.

It happened almost every morning

I sit with my crew at our usual corner table. We’re laughing and cracking wise on our neighbors when it happens. The smoke alarms go off.

It happens almost every morning, and often at lunch and dinner. I asked one of the employees what the Hell was going on with the smoke alarms. I couldn’t believe what she told me.

“ It’s because people are putting cream cheese and butter on their bread and bagels, then they put it in the toaster.” I laughed and shook my head.

“ no wonder the toasters are always broken,” I answered. It didn’t surprise me in the least. Homeless people are different. On my floor, the guy in the room next to mine loved porn.

He would have loud arguments that could be heard all over the floor

He would also go on rants about the crack smokers on the floor. I know what crack smells like, it smells like burning tar. I never smelled that on my floor.

Another guy, an older man with Parkinson’s Disease so bad. You couldn’t walk too close to him, he would hit you without meaning to.

That was one reason I always wore shoes or slippers when I went to the toilet. He never could aim right. There was a guy on the floor above me. He would wake up around the time I went to bed.

He would turn on the TV so loud, I bet you could have heard in orbit. It was a trip living there, but I was grateful to be there regardless. Anything was better than being on the street or hanging in the library all day.

Always remember, no matter how bad things are, they can be worse, and be grateful for what you have. I wasn’t staying at the best place. It was better than sharing a room with ten other guys. It sure as Hell was better than loitering at the library.