June 9, 2011

Former Boston Celtics big man, Henry Finkel dropped in on yesterday's post to ask what kind of pants I wear.  A great question, Henry.  They are U.S. Expedition brand cotton shorts purchased at a thrift store for four dollars, and the very latest in homeless fashion.  The song of the day today is "Devil's Basement" by Jonathan Tyler and the Northern Lights with cameo appearances by Optimus Prime and Super...man?

After grabbing dinner at Taco Villa last night, I headed to Tent City.  It's just before 9:00, and I'm relieved I don't have to ask someone to come unlock the gate for me.  Several residents are sitting at the picnic tables near the Administration Building.  They are discussing the upcoming remodel of the Administration Building and I decide to walk in and take a look around.  As of right now, the building consists of a main room, a bathroom, and a TV room.  The main room is about twenty five feet by fifteen feet and contains a microwave, coffee pot, and hot plate on a countertop which bisects the room lengthwise.  Usually this room is occupied by the younger residents of the camp after 7:00 PM, but they are absent tonight.  I ask someone where they are and he says that he heard they got a motel room for the week.  I imagine the eight of them in a motel room for a week, and every scenario in my head ends with at least one of them dead and most in jail.  I'm relieved to hear that we won't have to deal with them for a while, and it seems all the other residents are too.  Though I don't think they've broken any rules of the camp, I am uneasy when they are around.  I know that a couple of them work, but they rarely have anything to show for it as evidenced by the makeshift spaghetti they ate a couple nights ago.  All signs point to drugs harder than the pot they went to smoke the other night, and I hope they end up in jail over the course of the week.  I decide to monitor the active roster for the Lubbock County Jail to be sure.