OK, here I am down here in Florida. I hang out with my high school buddy and his wife. I go to his shop during the day, and sometimes he gives me a small job to do to kill time with. Otherwise I ride his bicycle to the beach (three blocks away) and people watch.
When the Banks folded three years ago my buddy's sister found her self out of a job. (I thought she was hot when we were 16 and 17). My buddy was able to find a place for her in the shop.
My buddy has a younger brother, that is four years younger than we are. Younger brother has been on the wrong side of the law since he was 10. Constantly in trouble, prison, you name it he's done it. Anyway the last time he was released from prison the state of Oragon gave him a one way ticket to Florida. Now he's here, no job, no income, nothing but resentment, and a hand full of trouble. Due to being a "Sex Offender", he can not find a place to live. Either a day care facility, liquor store, or a Church is too close at every apartment complex he has tried to find a place to live in. He's crazy, a psycho, so my buddy and his sister don't want him anywhere near their homes. I've taken him out to dinner a few times this trip. I felt sorry for the guy, and at least wanted him to have a good meal. That ended last Thursday night.
Last Thursday night we met at the shop. My buddy gives him enough to eat on for a week every Thursday evening at the shop. So I loaded him into my car and went to a local orential restaurant. During the course of the evening he starts talking about how he was in Viet Nam, and how many people he killed during his time there. I calmly reminded him he was in Castle Heights Military academy during the years he was talking about. He was too young for Viet Nam. Well that did not go over good but we got through it. Then he starts talking about how he worked for the CIA during Desert Storm, and how he was there in Iraq. I got ticked off, since I knew he was lying again. But I kept calm and changed the subject. Then a friend came by, and spoke as he went by. The Psycho went off. X this and X that. Getting louder and louder the more I and the wait staff tried to get him to lower his voice. Finally the police came in, they took him into custody. The restaurant manager informed me I was not welcome back there, even without the nutcase.
Wow that was an experience. Then the following day, his wife showed up at the shop. Seems he had met this gal under a bridge one night and talked her into marrying him. She was looking for either my buddy or I to help her out, since she felt we were responsiable for her Husband being in jail. Now who was going to help her find something to eat, and a secure place to sleep at night. She went to ranting and raving around the shop, refusing to go outside or leave. So my buddy fixed it where she had a place to sleep that night. He quitely called the police while I was arguing with her. She got to spend the night in jail as well. Doubt she saw her husband while there.
My buddy and I talked about his brother the next day. He told me how his parents had tried to help between stints in prison. And how he had found a place for him to live. Then after a couple of years of being quite, and living in a good apt. He got drunk one night and got arrested. When he got out of jail a day care had opened across the street, and he could no longer live there. Now he sleeps where ever he is when night fall comes. Under a bridge, behind some shrubs, in an abandoned car, in some kids tree house, what ever he can find.
The next day my buddy and I went down into Miami to pick up some material. We stopped at a McDonalds for lunch. While we were eating he pointed out a woman coming into the building. This woman was wearing lots of cloths, and the temp was in the 80s. She had a big bag hanging on her arm. First thing she did was go to the drink dispenser. She pulled eight cups with lids out of that bag and filled them with ice and soda. She put everyone of those cups back in a pocket in that bag to keep it upright. Then she went to the counter and ordered a $1.00 value meal burger. Then quitely left. Then as we were driving back to Ft Lauderdale, he pointed out people I would not have noticed. All homeless. He said they flock to Southern Florida, since it never gets cold here. He also said most are mentally ill, or hiding from someone.