Work Day June 30, 2012

Another scorcher out there.  High temp of 92 with a heat index touching on 100 again.   Now, I know it’s not as hot as some parts of the country have been getting, but those people living in those hotter places aren’t putting an 80 pound suit on and playing around in direct sunlight not in the shade.  I managed to get four good sets today before the high of the day was reached around 1pm.  I achieved my goal of paying my rent and now I must get on to achieving my goal of paying child support and a few other bills as well.  Only 8 more weeks of this nonesense… I even think that time frame is a lie.

Advertisements

Who “Josh” Was Part 2

Ok now, I left off with me and my friend taking every penny and heading for New Orleans.  We had a friend down in the Big Easy with a place to stay.  Now, I had no idea of what condition the place was in.  When we arrived i found that out very quickly. It was basically a house full of junkies.

As soon as I arrived in town I got a job at Cafe Beignet.   I met a girl in Jackson Square on that same day.  Her name was Allison.  She took interest in my poi skills.  Within 2 days of working there one of the junky roomates had gotten into another roomates stuff.  Everyone was told to leave.  I found this out when I was out on Bourbon St. with Allison.  She was squating at the time and told me I could join her.  I had no choice at that time.   From there I grew more and more attached to her.  We sold hemp jewelry every day to make money to eat and get a room (if possible).  We eventually decided to hitch hike out to florida… Panama City Beach to be exact.  It was not a very wise or lucrative decision.   Only took us 2 days to get there, though.. and a lot of walking.  We slept on the beach the first night, which, I can say is a terrible idea.   The rest of the week we found ourselves at either a nice motel on the beach… and then ended up at a trailor full of Mexicans.

We spent our last day, unknown to us at the time, on the beach smoking some hash a random hippy guy gave us as we were walking through town.  As we came around to the main street again a cop was waiting.  He told us he had received a call about us smoking pot, which we did not deny.  He said he had seen us around town carrying our packs and asked us to get out of his county.  I told him our stuff is on the other side of town and if we could go that direction then we would leave.  He said “No, county line is 4 blocks that way.”  We walked 2 blocks and hitched a ride to get our stuff before we packed up and left.

We walked for miles.. the rides we received were not very long at all.. maybe a few off ramps down the interstate.  We finally got stopped for walking on the interstate somewhere just west of Pensacola by two separate officers.  We made our way to the first off ramp, but not before finding 2 random dollars laying on the ground.  It wasn’t much, but when you’re homeless, hitch hiking, and broke.. it’s like a fortune.   There were 2 truck stops, but we chose to try getting a ride at the Shell.  We sat there holding a sign until I passed out on the sign.  A trucker came over and gave me 20 bucks to get us some food.  We ate Subway and then he gave us a ride… ALL THE WAY TO LAFEYETTE, LOUISIANA!!! That was quite a ride, except Lafeyette is a terrible place to try to hitch hike from.

People gave us tons of money but no rides. We just walked and walked and walked.  I’m gonna guess something over 30 miles were traversed before we took the money we were given and acquired a room.  We then woke up and walked a bit more.  She eventually called her dad to come and get us.  We headed back to where her family was.  I was not favored by them.

Shortly after we arrived she told me she may be pregnant.  So we took the money we had and got a birth control test. It was positive.  I figured we can do this.   She badgered me to tell my parents, whom I had not spoken to in 3 months.  I finally told them and she was still not happy with me about it.  I couldn’t find a job living in Jonesboro, Louisiana… mostly because it’s a super small town.  She eventually made me out to be a lazy, unwilling piece of shit.  She told me to leave and, thus, I was devastated.  I really liked her.  My mom purchased a bus ticket for me to get home.  Allison dropped me off and I left.

Another good stopping point… next time I’ll discuss having a child…. maybe I’ll even get to my coming out.  😉

Loves you all

<3<3<3<3<3<3

June 29, 2012 “The Workday”

Well woke up as usual… to a cat chewing my hair out.  I did the usual quick stuff before loading up my cart and taking myself to work.  As usual, took a good 45 minutes of walking to get there.  No one had tried to claim my spot.  So far, so good.

I don’t start working until about 10 am.  The crowd is thin, but I really need the cash, so, I put the suit on and drive in circles until I can’t take it anymore.  One kind man drops a 5 into the bucket and lets the crowd know it.  Then the crowd follows and drops tips of their own.  This can sometimes be unheard of.  I don’t make it too long before the heat gets me down.

That same guy came back and said he hadn’t got a video of it because his phone was acting up.  So, after a quick smoke, I put it back on and work for about 15 more minutes, just for him.  In that short time I had pulled about 60 bucks real quick, but I could see the crowd was hot and thinning out quickly.  This heat is really gonna put a damper on things.  I worked only once more before i felt myself shivering, and if I remember correctly that is a sign of a heat stroke.  I called it quits.  I had only made 93 dollars, but that’s good enough when I’m risking a heat stroke.

High temperature for the work day:  94 degrees.  Saturday really needs to be lucrative… I don’t like struggling to get bills paid.

Now I am home and my first goal is to do laundry.  I’ll then come back and write another blog just before I head out to go see my good magician friend Warpo.

Effort Like Its Out Of Style

The Sun, the Earth, the moon, and stars are set apart.
We link them through the power of light and dark.
Accept the truth that this is who we are.
We cite the day the world can see our scars.

Reckless are the words that seem to scream,
“We are the world and we’re at peace!”
The minds of all made up from words that we don’t think.
The voice of those who claim to be

The All Mighty Ones,
The leaders of our cause,
The supreme dictators for us all.
No one can see,
If no one can speak,
A word truthful to what they mean.
We all live in war.
Where guns are useless for,
Persuading the world to open doors.

Who “JOSH” was.

I figure I should start here with some back ground info.

I was born September 15, 1985 to parents in Indianapolis, Indiana as Joshua Allan Brewster. I grew up in a protestant family with strong religious beliefs.  My dad worked and my mom took care of the household.  I lived in a typical suburbia style neighborhood, sheltered from the world and all of its indignities.

From a young age I’ve always had moments where I questioned life.  How do I fit in? What makes me different from the rest?  Am I good enough? Now, I can’t say that I ever put myself in the shoes of wanting to be a girl at that age, but I did realize that I fit in better around girls than I did around boys.  There was always the splitting of sexes, though.  I can remember being told “you need to go do boy things.”

“Boy things”…. now what exactly is that? This idea was pushed on me my entire childhood.. from school to home to just everyday life.  I could never in my own mind understand why I cared so much about the differences of gender.  All I knew was that i was not fitting in.

I have at many times in my childhood played ‘dress up’  with the girls around my neighborhood.  I did adore the cuteness I was able to achieve, though, they just enjoyed turning a ‘boy’ into a ‘girl’.  I eventually by the time I made it to Jr. High started hiding these things.  I started keeping to myself a lot.  I didn’t talk to many people.  I spent a lot of my school years with very few friends and I played a lot of Magic: the gathering (dork, yes, I know).

I did eventually get over this gaming addiction and found my first girlfriend.  I loved her to death.    She always wanted a “man” not whatever it is that I was seen as.  I felt it should have been quite obvious to me.  I’ve always been a terrible maker of decisions.  Needless to say… this didn’t last very long… A couple of years to be exact.  I just moved on and eventually found myself deep into drugs (I’ll get back to this one later).  Nothing at home (Indianapolis) was seeming to change my moods about the world.  Nothing was bringing me enjoyment.  So, me and a friend took every penny we had and took a bus to New Orleans.  Now, I hate to stop here.. but my wrist hurts and I’m hungry.

Custard/chocolate french toast…. NOM NOM NOM!!!

Joslyn