I walk through the masses in Tijuana Centro shuffling along those time worn blackened sidewalks and I receive hostile glances sniffs of disdain heads turn the other way - it's like those nacos can tell when I am broke. Fuck 'em all - squares on both sides.
I have been suffering from the most crippling depression of late. I wonder how I can feel this terrible and keep on living. There are so few people I want to come in contact when I am in this state of insidious human despondency. I find myself catatonic - sitting in a depressed stupor. I feel so sad - so severed. The most trivial things annoy me so I go well out of my way not to be exposed to daily routines. Sure, publicly I am being social - the brief times that they are - but inside the voices are screaming, “Go away! Leave me alone!”
It is time to get offa my rusty dusty and handle my business - I have spoken with a fellow hobo and he had hired a firm to handle his SSI claim. Said they are the best of the best - expensive to say the least but the wait is a fraction of time it usually takes. There's a thought - living off $1000 more or less in another country - sounds real tasty.
Had to be curt with one of the rentboys - Diego is his name and a mooch to the bone. Followed me for two blocks for one dollar in which he continually pressured.
Finally, I stopped in my tracks and spat, “Diego, you are by far the most annoying prostituto in the Plaza! You got nothing I want - scattah!”
“But, I'm hungry.” He said hurt.
“That's the way I like to see you.” I lost myself in the midday rush. I stopped to give a few pesos to a payaso performing with his little son - funny act.
I cannot shake my feeling of apartness from the rest of the human race. I lay here blasting some 30 Seconds to Mars and I wanted to relax - but the retard of a vecino of mine is blaring his television seeping through the walls. Why are Mexicans like that? Televisions, radios, cell phones - they must insist on setting it to maximum volume with no concern or respect of those around them. Fucking third worlders.
Perhaps I can climb up on the roof and cut his power - nah, too much trouble for the likes of him. I just put in my earplugs and go to sleep.
I have been suffering from the most crippling depression of late. I wonder how I can feel this terrible and keep on living. There are so few people I want to come in contact when I am in this state of insidious human despondency. I find myself catatonic - sitting in a depressed stupor. I feel so sad - so severed. The most trivial things annoy me so I go well out of my way not to be exposed to daily routines. Sure, publicly I am being social - the brief times that they are - but inside the voices are screaming, “Go away! Leave me alone!”
It is time to get offa my rusty dusty and handle my business - I have spoken with a fellow hobo and he had hired a firm to handle his SSI claim. Said they are the best of the best - expensive to say the least but the wait is a fraction of time it usually takes. There's a thought - living off $1000 more or less in another country - sounds real tasty.
Had to be curt with one of the rentboys - Diego is his name and a mooch to the bone. Followed me for two blocks for one dollar in which he continually pressured.
Finally, I stopped in my tracks and spat, “Diego, you are by far the most annoying prostituto in the Plaza! You got nothing I want - scattah!”
“But, I'm hungry.” He said hurt.
“That's the way I like to see you.” I lost myself in the midday rush. I stopped to give a few pesos to a payaso performing with his little son - funny act.
I cannot shake my feeling of apartness from the rest of the human race. I lay here blasting some 30 Seconds to Mars and I wanted to relax - but the retard of a vecino of mine is blaring his television seeping through the walls. Why are Mexicans like that? Televisions, radios, cell phones - they must insist on setting it to maximum volume with no concern or respect of those around them. Fucking third worlders.
Perhaps I can climb up on the roof and cut his power - nah, too much trouble for the likes of him. I just put in my earplugs and go to sleep.
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