The summer heat is fading, and it brings a welcome relief but also a worrisome fear that the winter cold is right behind it. Each season brings with it a different set of problems - each inverse of the other but still mainly the same. The changing season is making me angry because it marks the passage of time, and I am still here. I'm still living in this nasty fetid little room, hiding out like Anne Frank and dreaming of a job in concentration camp America.
While I was at the library yesterday, I saw my friend who lives under a bridge. He joked and said, "I didn't expect to see you here, I thought you'd be in Washington at the big Glenn Beck Rally!"
Laughing, I answered, "No I've got to stay here and fight for the Democrats, cause if the Republicans get elected God help us! They'll expand the war on terror, they'll open up the Gulf of Mexico to deep water oil drilling, and they'll try and gut Social Security!"
It was the only laugh I had all day as my mood had grown dark and the burden of oppression was weighing me down. As I went through the want ads, most of the jobs - even if I could get one - don't pay enough for me to even support myself, and I was reminded of "The Grapes of Wrath."