Friday, December 29, 2023

Living

So when I peeked behind the rhododendron bushes next to the insurance company I saw a homeless man's cave made of greenery. I told Captain Arsenault. He investigated and said it didn't look like anyone was living there. 

Living is the relative word I said. I mean there wasn't a coffee table with a remote. There were liquor bottles, clothes, and adult diapers. I've seen this in the cemetery and along the reservoir. Would the police captain not understand this was living for the homeless man. How come I knew this? Was Capt. Arsenault too removed in his suburban ranch with heated garage floors to understand what I was seeing? I walk the streets. He drives an SUV. I know homeless encampments.

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