THE HOBO
HANDBOOK: MEMOIRS OF A HOMELESS POET IN NEW YORK
By Daniel Canada c.2010
CHAPTER
THREE
PERSONALITIES
OF THE HOMELESS (Continued)
STINKY Now, some conditions just plum don’t have to
exist. The fact that they do only serves to underscore the apathy, and utter
lack of competence on the part of bureaucratic government institutions in their
care of the mentally ill. Such is the case with "Stinky." Quite
simply, her name is "Stinky" because she stinks from here to high
heaven. Trust me, you don’t want to smell her.
Of course, she didn't start out this way. When
she first was turned out and onto the streets, she parked herself on the side
of the New York Public Library, set up a few boxes and just went
hardcore. "Stinky" has not moved from that location since the
time of my writing this memoir. You know that you've walked past her because
you're immediately assailed with a most indescribable odor. Keeping your
distance is for your personal protection. Well, "Stinky" hasn't taken
a shower in a month of days. She hasn't changed her clothing either, which have
turned into virtual rags.
However, there is hope!
"Stinky" can be readily seen with a
book, reading to her poor heart's content.
She
never panhandles, or bothers any passersby,
but is always seen eating a fresh plastic container of hot food and
drinking an
occasional coffee. Ok, so she talks to herself, but wouldn't you if you
were
"Stinky," and had no one else to dialogue with? The art of being
odoriferous leads to being quite alone, as I have warned you about
earlier in the
memoir. But "Stinky" seems not to mind and is making due the best she
can. You know, if you start hearing voices when no one's around, or you
start seeing
Jesus Christ, or Buddha, for that matter, go seek medical attention.
No seriously.
If you don't, there's a good chance
you might find yourself sitting in your own cardboard box, alongside
"Stinky," reading a paperback novel…upside down. The world can be a
cruel place to do a seventy or eighty year stretch and I can only hope that our
government could pay a little bit more attention to the medical needs of its
citizens, especially those with mental health issues.
So, take life one day at a time, and don't get
caught out in the rain with your slippers off, Dorothy.
(To be continued...)
