Christmas thoughts,


Last weekend I met a man, worked with a man hard up on his luck; how do they say that anyway, is hard up right? Picked him up for work and he was still drunk, in his fifties and seemingly charismatic, overtly outgoing at the least. I worked the day with him from our giddy meeting to his mellow coming down, while I was ferocious with energy and his crash whilst I was drunk with appreciation for the end of the day. Anyway, I choose to temper any evaluation with my mood and he wasn't matching it in anyway and I wasn't feeling bad for him for his hangover - mostly 'cause if I got shit to do I don't choose to put myself in that position......stupid growing up. Regardless, I came to think he was an alright bloke, a raving drunk as I had been forewarned, but still alright. So it came down the pipe this week byway of the chap who'd recommended his services that he'd written a letter to his steady employer, not me or my associates, pasted with magazine photos (you know men in the white coats takin' you away style) and would no longer be allowed on the premises. It struck me that he's a throwaway. Someone who's family reportedly has also received letters of the like and is not loath to him, but wary. He's a guy who if he was in a shelter we'd be happy to make dinner for, but not take home. He's somebody I'd like to help out, but in no way would I stake my professional reputation on. Rough business and it makes me sad in this holiday season that I'm as calloused as the rest of my problematic culture in regards to such individuals........there's some who emulate the late JC's actions better than I do........actions I'll definitely ponder and meditate upon.


Happy Holidays,
Chromeeyes

post script: Jesse if you've found this I'd be pleased to know and I won't change content as a result, plus props(do the kids say that anymore) on the intelligent use of a pseudonym