I don’t know what it is lately, but I’m inspired by everything. I got another idea for some writing today. I’m going to write a series of ten short stories, maybe more if my muse sticks around. I was reading today’s stories on Rep-Am.com and one of them caught my eye. It was about the homeless in my city (literally right down the street from where I work, at that), and how they are living in tents. The area is dubbed Tent City, and there are hundreds of people living there. It’s kind of sad, yes, but I also think it’s kind of interesting that there is a whole ‘sub-culture’ kind of ‘city’ in my own. These people live there year-round. Apparently HUD is involved but not enough. I really hope something happens, to help these people.
Meanwhile my imagination is piqued, and all I can think about are the different kinds of people who live there.
One of those people–at least, I think so–came into my office earlier, ironically enough. He was kind of babbling and ranting, but what I did get out of it was that he was 60+ years old, “they” had kicked him out, the FBI was involved with helping him, so-and-so on Fox News Channel apologized for something, HUD was involved, and the rest didn’t make much sense. I’m assuming he was talking about Tent City or maybe an abandoned warehouse, and this Fox guy probably exposed the story and got him kicked out of where he was staying. It wasn’t really clear. But it’s kind of ironic, how I read the story on Tent City and then a homeless man (he was carrying a beat-up green duffel bag and looked kind of grungy, so I’m only assuming) comes into my office demanding that my boss and I call the Fox reporter and complain enough so he will “do something” instead of writing an apology letter.
If you’re lost, don’t feel bad. So was my boss and I.
Anyway, tonight is the NIN concert! We’re leaving around 4 because the drive will take about an hour and a half. I’m going to bring my camera and take mass amounts of pictures. Of course, because I’m bringing my camera, Murphy’s Law says I won’t run into any of the musicians. Still, maybe I can snag some pics of Mike and me. I’m just hoping all goes well tonight. He’s been in a bad mood lately, and things seem kind of strained–at least to me, anyway. He doesn’t seem to think so, so I guess that’s a good thing.
Between now and the time I meet him at his house, I have to: finish my shift, catch up on blogs, catch up on email, maybe do some laundry, catch up on Letters of Love and find something to eat for dinner. If you never hear from me again, it’s because I ran away with Trent Reznor.
