The Alley

So I’m at work, you know, working, and I can hear chatter outside my door. New picture: I work in a warehouse with a roll up door and outside that door is a the shady backside of a house that feeds and houses homeless people. I hope that’s somewhat clear because the kicker is coming. It’s about 9AM and I’m almost awake. I’ve been at work for about an hour. The chatter I hear is a group of women that work at the house in the picture above taking a smoke break. Still with me? A door opens and another woman steps out to join the others. The only thing I can make out without making my eavesdropping really, really obvious is that someone is 7 months pregnant. Sure enough it is the one that just joined the others. I figure she’s discussing with the other women how she wishes she could join them for a smoke and by golly in 3 months she’ll be able to. I butt out at this point and continue doing my work thang. A few moments later I turn around and the pregnant chick has not only joined the smoking circle but she has the nerve to light one up. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! 7 months pregnant, and my preconceived notion, my assumption for what she must have being saying couldn’t have been more wrong. Did you think that was the kicker? Wait for it… So I ask my co-worker about those women and he said that pregnant one doesn’t work there, he’s pretty sure she’s homeless. ARE YOU FREAKIN’ SERIOUS!! Homeless, pregnant and never decided to kick a habit that is not only killing her but is now killing her soon-to-be- homeless son or daughter. I like to think the best of humanity, that there is hope for everyone to have a home, a job and a family…sigh…but there are moments where it just seems to be way, way out of reach.

Dragon on the Ledge

Crap on the Sidewalk

Really?
You’re going to let your dog do it there?
In the middle of the sidewalk. Really?
This is downtown, not a dog park,
or did I miss something?
Sure it’s a small town but come on!
Where’s your shit sack, where’s your
fucking decency. Wait! I forgot.
You’re the only one that lives here.
The only one that matters.
The only one that uses the sidewalk…
Well if that’s the case, wouldn’t you want it clean?
Why the fuck do I have to walk with my
eyes down so that I can spare myself dog
shit stuck in the cracks of my cons?
Downtown F.B. is slowly becoming a war zone.
A battle over turf. Ignorant dog owners and a
quiet population. Head to head.
Doesn’t take a covert ops team to win this one though.
The winner is clear. The silence speaks for itself.

Dragon on the Ledge

10 Days Later = Weird Rant

It’s been 10 days so I’ve decided to post something new
What does that even mean?
Something new? Something fresh? Just post right?
I’ll post when I damn well please! Okay here I go…
Done and done. Ask me again if I care, okay?
It’s posted, it’s relevant and most importantly,
It’s done. Not done but done done. Fork style.
Weird rants are fun but will anyone understand?
Who would care? Who would want to know?
I sure don’t, but writing is fun on Thursday. Fork style.
Time to trout it and hope that you get it.
If you don’t, whatever. Peace love and crabs.
If you can’t commit to a relationship, oh buy the
damn t-shirt already. No one still cares, okay?

Dragon on the Ledge

Common Courtesy

What ever happened to this? Are we all so caught up with our own crap that simple consideration of others space is just too much? Too inconvenient? Spare me. People need to be able to pull their heads out of the clouds and hold a door open for someone. Smile when someone smiles at you, and for the love when someone is trying to work, take your goddamn conversation out of his sad excuse for a cubicle! I feel better now.

Dragon on the Ledge