An unconditional friend…

Ellen

This friendship could end if Ellen would somehow where see her lovely face on my Blog, however she has been a big part of my life always giving me a safe place to indulge in some of my guilty pleasure.  Ellen always has endless gossip yak about every time that I take to spend with her.  I remember year’s back that she made the best soup out a bin and in the back alleys as anyone could make keeping us warm and healthy through some of those cold winter months that street life brings to are lifestyle.  Where this woman gets all her bottles from I could not guess, I have yet to see Ellen climb into a bin…  The hardest thing that one has with Ellen’s friendship is giving back to her without getting anything back in return takes a real sly, tricking attitude.  You must be quick.  I have known Ellen for years and she is always one step ahead of me.

Another snip for my journal…

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I’m sitting on top of the bus bench in front of McDonald’s having my morning coffee and cigarette when this woman, how works across the street at what I believe is a bank data center ask me if I’m hungry and before I could even answer she had handed me five dollars in coins.  Like always in my case I never refuse cash money from people, my own reasons are purely greed, however if I were to look at the act of giving from another point of view.  It’s not what you give to another person but the act of giving which raises the soul.  Now would it be wrong of me to take that away from some bodies uplifting action of giving.

I will post this little snipped for my journal in my blog.  My reason I don’t even know just feel that it would be giving a part of me that other could judge and decide for them selves who or what I am.  I live on the street and am happy in a strange sense of way.  Family believes that I could do better for myself, I don’t think look at my lifestyle in the same way.  Like how fulfilled I am to go about my day wandering the alleys looking for what ever I could make a little money with, the bottle which I pickup are instant cash.  As an addict living on the street I do my best to stay out of the public eyes, keep myself contained within the alleys of Vancouver.

Smiley’s shopping cart…

Smiley is such a good-natured person it is almost overwhelming.  Smiley does have problem in keeping a lot of his possessions.  Many of those of us that live on the street are not so kind, they even steal from people while they fall-a-sleep and Smiley always gets hit by these creatures.  Sad but true…

Yesterday I got robed of my wallet…

Toad

Now this happened in an alley off Cambie and 12th, it has been a case of mistaken identity with this gentleman who has been harassing me for years now.  Being robed by your own people is just not right binner robbing binners.  I am getting to the point of having to take legal action which I didn’t want to do to another binner.

 

Such is life on the Street, Toad…