keith, WHO WAS THAT?

My second post today.  I just had to share a little something that happened earlier while I was out.  While walking west on East Baltimore Street and while crossing the Light Street intersection, a guy said "Hi cutie" as he walked past me.  I then quickly said "Hello" and shrugged it off, however after a couple seconds I thought Who was that?  Do I know this person?  So I glanced back to take a look once I got back onto the sidewalk and he was also glancing back at me.  We then both smiled and waved.  I didn't recognize him yet I was wearing sunglasses so I didn't get a great look.  I will say that he gave me much needed confidence boost to start my day.  That's all.  Get back to your own business.

why is keith DIGGING THROUGH THE DUMPSTER?

I left the shelter to go grab something to eat as well as visit the library and when I returned, both of my bags were lying next to the dumpster.  As I was walking up to the shelter and looking through the gate, I just knew I could spot my red duffel bag near the dumpster but I shrugged it off and thought It can't be.  Well I was wrong.  When I got inside and saw that my bags were no longer in the Day room, I just had to check the dumpster and there they were.  I see they're finally serious about the whole "leaving with your bags" policy.  I have to go home tomorrow and leave most of this stuff there.  I have way too much with me.  Damn.  Another MY LIFE SUCKS Chronicle.

what's keith DOING?

I'm sitting in the Day Room and I just thought I would chime in.  I woke up at about 05:00 AM and I am tired.  I hardly got any sleep last night.  After much deliberation I've concluded that I have way too much stuff with me.  I need to downsize ASAP.  I can no longer put on stunts and shows.  Fierceness is not a priority at the moment.  Wait.  Who am I kidding?  You know I"m still going to be the flyest homeless guy you've ever seen.  Damn.  I hate my circumstances.  I hate Glenda and I hate my life.  When will things get better?  I'm tired of this long slow slide down.

who does keith AGREE WITH?

So true.



what's keith DOING?

I'm sitting on a brand new bed in this brand new shelter.  Luckily today I got a bed however tomorrow is a whole other story.  The facility is no longer "first come, first serve".  Just because I'm sitting in the Day Room before 05:00 PM, which is when staff starts handing out bed assignments, doesn't mean I'm guaranteed a bed.  The staff will now take one person from the Day Room and one person from the outside line when assigning beds.  This is to allow those who actually get out to handle their business a chance to get a bed among those who do nothing but sit and watch T.V. all day.  I honestly don't know how this is going to work.  This place is too small.  I feel so cramped it's ridiculous.  250 people is honestly even way to many people for this space.

Now with all that being said, the new shelter comes with some good amenities.  Beds, for starters.  In fact, bunk beds.  No more sleeping on the floor.  Two washer and two dryer machines.  Staff will even supply the laundry detergent.  Computers for the clients to use.  17 individual showers for use from 05:00 PM to 06:30 AM.  I will admit that the new shelter looks nice.  I mean it's brand new so it should, but it's too small.  Way too small. 

Before I forget.  Glenda texted me today at 05:13 PM.

"Hope u makn out ok luv u."

Fuck her.  She's dead in my book.

Bye Bye.  To be continued.

***UPDATE***

Well, I just came from dinner and I got a compliment from one of the female staff.  She said my face was perfect.  I don't know if she was complimenting me on my even skin tone or makeup but either way it was a sincere compliment.  She also said I have nice white teeth.  I know Girl!  Fated to be hated.

keith, WHY?

Glenda changed her mind about letting me reside at her W. Lanvale Street home.  We had a huge argument about it.  She says she changed her mind at the last minute because a.) she's embarrassed by me, b.) my lifestyle and c.) because I wear makeup.  Again, I'm shit up a creak as she says and no one cares.  Well I won't cry.  I just have to keep on keeping on.  I already know that this new shelter is going to be a trip.

Among other things, I've decided that I will never talk about where I'm residing in Glenda's presence ever.  I will also never refer to Glenda as my mother and I will NEVER utter the words "I Love You" to her at all.  I could care less for her at this point.  She's practically dead to me.  Dead as a doorknob.

what's keith READING?

In her recent (and excellent) memoir, Fury, about her own dance with suppressed rage, Koren Zailckas writes that "depression is anger with enthusiasm."

Anger Management

Elle, March 2011

Page 360



how long has keith BEEN AT JHR?

5 Months, 6 Days & Counting

what's keith DOING?

It is now 09:00 PM and I texted Glenda all of ten minutes ago asking if I could reside at her W. Lanvale Street property.  I know.  How lame of me, right?  To ask her via text.  I just don't have courage to call her and ask her.  And of course, just like anything, I ask at the last minute.  JHR shuts this location down on July 5, 2011 at 02:00 PM.  Stand by and we'll see what she says.  If she doesn't text me in the next thirty minutes, I'll give her a call.

Good news.  She texted back at 09:39 PM saying Yes.  She also called me a couple minutes after she sent the text.  Yay!  I'm out this bitch, hopefully forever.

why isn't keith FEELING WELL?

Your beloved friend and author has been feeling under the weather these past few days.  At first, I thought it was just a flare-up with my allergies, however now, I'm convinced that I have the oh so common cold.  My nose is stuffy while also feeling like somebody punched me right in my nasal area.  My head aches and I constantly feel cold.  I'm even starting to cough quite a bit and I can feel the onset of a sore throat.  FML.  And another thing- I think the lymph nodes under my arms are swollen.  I truly don't know if their swollen lymph nodes or just cysts from using too much deodorant.  Yeah, I commonly get cysts from using too much deo. 

[Deep Breath]  I feel like a deep shit pizza.  Please bask in my depression and tell me how shitty you feel.  Maybe I'll feel just a little bit better.  And if you feel well today, FUCK YOU!