A Day in the Life

There's an old abandoned chruch in my neighborhood. We've squatted the place out for about a month. I usually leave about 10am to do whatever it is I've decided to do for the day. We usually meet back up here about 8pm to pool our money and buy drugs and alcohol.

I awoke to find my girl already gone. She was probley out stealing or getting people to buy her drinks at a bar. I make my way down to the street. Durning the summertime in this city it seems like everyone and their brother is out on the streets. I spot a couple neighborhood kids and bullshit with them for a while. They smoke a blunt with me, and I make my way to the bus stop.

After getting off the bus I stop at a church and get my sandwich and cup of coffee. Being a musician I make my way downtown to play for change. I usually make about five or ten dollars a day.

Sitting on the corner, I see a familiar face. It's one of the older street people. He tells me they're having some kind of marijuana march by Public Square. We make our way over to P.S. with fake hash in hand, ready it to sell it to the rubes.

Since the marijuana march attracts alot of suburban kids, it wasn't to hard to pawn off our bounty. I made about $30, with Prentice edging me out by about $10.

We stop and get a bottle of wine, then another. After splitting our profits, we split up.

I make my way back to the squat. Most of us are already there. We pool our money and cop some dope. In addition to this we buy five bottles of cheap wine and a loaf of bread.

After shooting up and sipping down, we try to think of something to do. Someone remembers that the Chargers are playing tonight, so we make our way over to Speak in Tongues to check out the show. You can usually sneak in through the back, but half the time we'd get in free from the front anyways. I think one of the girls was fucking the doorman or something.

Anyway, it was a great show. Afterwards we made our way to the party that was happening after the show. We sat around and did drugs and drank until about 3am. Me and my girl decided to leave for whatever reason. I was so trashed I would've probley followed her off a cliff.

We only made it about ten blocks before we came to a graveyard. I barely remember jumping the fence and having sex in the groundskeeper's shed. It was soon after this that we passed out.

As was to be expected, the groundskeeper wasn't too happy when he found two nearly naked street kids in his shed the next day. My head took most of his wrath, but for the most part we escaped unscathed.

Now it's another day. I'll be somewhere else in this concrete jungle, but I always end up in the same places. Living like the wind blows. I guess not knowing where you'll end up is half the fun.