Family Services, food stamps office. Afternoon. I don't know if I should be here, but I don't really know much of anything for sure, so I guess that will be it. I try and comfort myself with thoughts that those in need who qualify will get food stamps if they apply. I hope that is the case anyway. I'll be honest, I don't have a job you could say. If I get one, or if I do return, I will, woul mail in my change in income. I don't like the idea of using anyone. Even "The System" if it means ruining chances for others who deserve it more than I do.
Looking at woman exiting I observe how she moves, looks, looks behind her as she walks past the room. She works here. I see her dangling little ball earrings, her frock length coat with tiny belt. The very free spirited casual way she's pulled up her hair above the neck. Holding her coffee mug. It's about how I would picture a mid to late 20s social worker dressing. I wonder what it was like for her trying to get that job. Was she once the same as Maddy and I? Maybe she knew exactly what she wanted and who she was and finished high school early. Or maybe she was a drop out, a rebel, who earned her GED at night school and because she was so empathetic and observant of our culture and people, thought she would try and take the weight of the world onto her own shoulders. What a lady!
At Steve's Lunch, Maddy and I sit writing in our respective handwritings. She's started using the dark tan "Campus" notebook I gave her of the ones I got at Mitsuwa. A nice guy on a bicycle holds up a pair of eye glasses in 2 fingers on the street looking into the big window concerned. Absorbed, I see everyone look outside and Maddy with another gets the attention of the gentlemen in the long wool P coat "Someone..." the baggy clothed guy on bike with reusable shopping bags on his handlebars is at the door, P coat guyu opens door and the exchange is made. He dropped them getting out of the car "Bless you," "Thank you." "No, bless you sir." People are really good to each other sometimes.
Just coffee and apple pie, no heavy white food today. George gave me 50 dollars last night. I was floored. So nice of him. A full nights earning usually.
Midnight Times - Slipknot sing along at Karl's house on 85th. Looks like a bungalow house that's caving in on itself. Old green carpet. We're going to watch "Bridesmaids". I miss Shelby. Jake's snickers is in two pieces. One falls on the green carpet.
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