July 30, 2011
5. Newblog2011: 07/30/11 The Few, the Proud, the......Homeless Bigots?
A former Marine and his girlfriend or wife moved
into the shelter a few days ago.
I’m not sure what to call the lady; I’m not sure if they’re married or
not.
When I first saw them, she was wearing a shirt
with a big fish on it. They were
both immediately hostile to me, before I’d even met
them.
The lady is in the women’s dorm upstairs, and
the Marine is sleeping on a cot in the common area on the first floor. Two nights ago, the lady began the
campaign of fake, loud, repetitive coughing. Last night, I was tired and, after
several minutes of her noise, I said, loudly and angrily “KNOCK IT
OFF!”
There was the usual, harassing spiel from her,
“I can’t help it, I’m sick, you knock it off!” which, of course, is all a lie. I left
the room and went to speak to her husband. I woke him up and told him that I
needed to talk to him for a minute.
I told him what his girlfriend had been doing.
I also said “I know that you know what’s going on.
If she wants to hassle me on the street or earlier at night at the
shelter, that’s one thing. But
everyone in that room needs to sleep.”
He jumped up and started yelling at me. He did his best to loom over me,
although he’s not that much taller than I am. He seems pretty strong; he could
probably hurt me if he wanted to, and last night he definitely looked as if that
were his plan. He kept yelling as
I walked away, “Don’t you run your mouth,” etc. He was still yelling as I walked
upstairs.
The lady kept her coughing going for a
while. I fell asleep and woke up a
few hours later to the sound of loud, fake sneezing.
The door to the women’s dorm was open and there was a purse next to a
chair outside of the door, in the hallway.
I went toward the door and the women who in past
weeks had seemed to be planning to make a habit of trying to fondle my legs as I
got into or out of the top bunk of the bunk bed that’s perpendicular to her
non-bunk bed appeared in the doorway.
She said to me “Because of your outburst, I have
to sleep up there” and she gestured toward the top bunk of the other bunkbed in
the room.
I looked at her usual bed and saw that the
girlfriend of the Marine was sleeping in it.
This morning, after everyone had been up for a
while, the girlfriend of the Marine walked into the room rubbing her nose. She did that several times while she
looked at me. It’s a small room,
and she was right in front of the door, through which I was hoping to
leave.
I transferred all of the above from Word, and that's how it showed up on the page. It's too time-consuming to put all the sentences across like these that I'm writing on Weebly before writing them on Word first. The poetry-like look of the essay was not my intention.
5. Newblog2011: 07/30/11 The Few, the Proud, the......Homeless Bigots?
Copyright L. Kochman July 30, 2011 @ 11:25 a.m.
5. Newblog2011: 07/30/11 The Few, the Proud, the......Homeless Bigots?
A former Marine and his girlfriend or wife moved
into the shelter a few days ago.
I’m not sure what to call the lady; I’m not sure if they’re married or
not.
When I first saw them, she was wearing a shirt
with a big fish on it. They were
both immediately hostile to me, before I’d even met
them.
The lady is in the women’s dorm upstairs, and
the Marine is sleeping on a cot in the common area on the first floor. Two nights ago, the lady began the
campaign of fake, loud, repetitive coughing. Last night, I was tired and, after
several minutes of her noise, I said, loudly and angrily “KNOCK IT
OFF!”
There was the usual, harassing spiel from her,
“I can’t help it, I’m sick, you knock it off!” which, of course, is all a lie. I left
the room and went to speak to her husband. I woke him up and told him that I
needed to talk to him for a minute.
I told him what his girlfriend had been doing.
I also said “I know that you know what’s going on.
If she wants to hassle me on the street or earlier at night at the
shelter, that’s one thing. But
everyone in that room needs to sleep.”
He jumped up and started yelling at me. He did his best to loom over me,
although he’s not that much taller than I am. He seems pretty strong; he could
probably hurt me if he wanted to, and last night he definitely looked as if that
were his plan. He kept yelling as
I walked away, “Don’t you run your mouth,” etc. He was still yelling as I walked
upstairs.
The lady kept her coughing going for a
while. I fell asleep and woke up a
few hours later to the sound of loud, fake sneezing.
The door to the women’s dorm was open and there was a purse next to a
chair outside of the door, in the hallway.
I went toward the door and the women who in past
weeks had seemed to be planning to make a habit of trying to fondle my legs as I
got into or out of the top bunk of the bunk bed that’s perpendicular to her
non-bunk bed appeared in the doorway.
She said to me “Because of your outburst, I have
to sleep up there” and she gestured toward the top bunk of the other bunkbed in
the room.
I looked at her usual bed and saw that the
girlfriend of the Marine was sleeping in it.
This morning, after everyone had been up for a
while, the girlfriend of the Marine walked into the room rubbing her nose. She did that several times while she
looked at me. It’s a small room,
and she was right in front of the door, through which I was hoping to
leave.
I transferred all of the above from Word, and that's how it showed up on the page. It's too time-consuming to put all the sentences across like these that I'm writing on Weebly before writing them on Word first. The poetry-like look of the essay was not my intention.
5. Newblog2011: 07/30/11 The Few, the Proud, the......Homeless Bigots?
Copyright L. Kochman July 30, 2011 @ 11:25 a.m.