Archive for October, 2011

New arrivals

The paper was brought to Erickson, huh, this was something new. The route was supposed to be from North West to South East, this was big news he knew and could change everything. He was to pass down the quarterly to Mr. Browsky in the south pass off state street promptly as possible. Confusion spread his thoughts although his demeanor didn’t show. These changes weren’t supposed to be made without the proper feedback of the others, who does this guy think he is – no, there must be a complication.

Randal was sitting in his car struggling to sleep that night, Thomas was feeling tired. Tired of being forced to ride the bike all day long to stay out of the car, tired of Randal always making plans to drive away to another town because of a new disability check, or a new church donation, or his sister loaning him money, always when Thomas wanted to sleep at the mission. Of course the money would be spent half way through the month on coffee, and gas. He was tired of being alone. The world was crashing down, Dwight and Dave were not to be seen. Before he knew it was 6:00 am. Time to get on the move. They sluggishly rode their bikes over to a bench by the main highway as they did every day off and on until noon. The heat waves of the road were giving Thomas a headache so he turned his face to look at a hawk circling. Sometimes he whistled with the song birds to humor himself, he wondered only if the dumb birds flew above the tree line or if it was the courageous bird proving his leadership and mate ability to soar new heights. Either way it is a gamble. The hawk appears swiftly out of nowhere and usually captures the bird, the birds the hawk couldn’t capture; maybe the hawk remembers that particular bird. Thomas laughed to himself about the time he saw a pelican with a fish half way in its mouth, screaming “Hey! Get that  out  of  your  mouth!”  the pelican dropped it and stared back. .!: Thomas turned back to the road – tap, tap, he felt on his shoulder behind the bench was a man shading the sun “Do you know anything about how to route a computer?” Thomas gasped, and didn’t know what exactly to say, he wasn’t expecting followers this early. “Yes, if you have the wires.” Thomas said, this was the stupid code they had agreed on, if one felt the need for usage. This man moved so his face was no longer dark, obviously he did not take the lucent talk seriously as he had a scraggly goof faced display of a smile. He put out his hand. “Hey I’m Buddy,” I shook it “Thomas.” He stared at me for a minute as if evaluating, “Well it’s too bad I don’t have any wires,” he chuckled “That is some code you boys came up with, I spect you are the one I came to see.” When he began this trip four weeks ago, every town they stop in they would eventually make friends of other homeless or street stirs they like to say. “Yes, what town did you come from?” When they find someone who has lost all hope or could not afford to stay at the shelter and has no one, one of the two street stirs eventually will meet them and give directions, a map of the next town where they can find hope. Then equipped with the code, or just casual asking of where one was from they might be able to keep traveling until something better. “I came from Makin. Talked to a guy from Tifton, who said another couple of guys before him were traveling west to Waycross and then Savannah. Said enter through the main route if you weren’t at the shelter. Y’all would be wearing them hats so as I’d know who to talk too. The guys at the shelter with hats had no clue about computers,” again the Buddy chuckle, then asked for a light for his cigar “Sure enough here you are though. Ain’t that something, don’t smell bad either” he said as he lit the cigar and directed my sight to his armpit, with a wink.. “helps the smell” and it actually did. “I’m with another guy Randal, he’s at Micy Dees.

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Waycross to Savannah

Randal was edgy, time had taken too long, they were suppossed to be here weeks ago, and they had stop checking in as they were suppossed to. The mission in waycross hadn’t allowed Randal to stay, and for no apparent reason at that. The last two and a half weeks, he’d been sleeping in his car – by leaving early in the morning, riding his bike  all day – no one noticed when he slept in the car late at night. Dwight and Dave hadn’t called, they could have gotten picked up by police for any number of reasons, such as tresspassing, noise disturbance, drinking if they did that I don’t know. These problems were reserved for those that are dumb, or just stop caring, not for people like us… ppl with hope. :,) 

We thought we had been defeated, just when realities foggy perception of hopeless failure in this battle to keep moving minced transformeing into another road block, the derision of our plan… it was time to keep going and hope for contact of any kind from them. Thomas some how new the had to switch it up, they had to stick together from now on, him and Randal. Looking forlorn, Randal said “Oh. Yeah, we better just keep moving. There’s nothing here Thomas. Thomas we have waited long enough. And I have to go to the hospital and sleep in a clean bed, shower and get my treatment.” _ “O.K. just when we decide to move on, now you want to delay! You are rediculous, when we start planning you have to tell me these things, you are not the boss, you are not my father and just because you have the car doesn’t mean you get to decide every decision on a whim. Will you give me a little respect old man. And you just have to have your DAMN COFFEE! @ every day and every check point you are at a starbucks or mcdonnalds. Jeesh! You are worse than my crackhead father…” “Thomas I’ve been out here a lot longer than you, and I need my treatment.” Replyed Randal securily. I’ve begun to lose myself. My temper and feelings were melding together, and I felt useless to do anything about it. Alright, I told myself, this is just a journey, and hopefully it’ll be an enjoyable one. When all else fails  Go with the Flow…