Posts Tagged ‘chicks’

jack squat

March 16, 2010

today has been good. after living on/off the streets for a good while now, ive finally met up with some like minded folks. squatter punks! i was at jack in the box gettin some tacos with the coupla dollars i had from begging that morning when i saw this grungy looking young girl come in with her dog. apparently she had the same idea i did (i swear jack in the box is pure street food). the chick had been told to leave her dog outside, so she tied him to a handicapped sign in the parking lot. after i got my food and left i waited by the curb and played with her dog til she came back out. we clicked immediately. she thanked me for keeping an eye on her dog gizmo while she got her order. i told her it wasn’t a problem and  we got to talking while we ate our tacos in the parking lot. we seemed to be leading pretty comparable lifestyles.  she had gotten out of a rehab clinic a few weeks back and had been living on the streets ever since. i told her my sob story and she seemed to get what i was all about and understood where i was coming from. which up until this point i hadnt really had the opportunity to talk to anyone who was in the same situation as me, and not only that but she informed me that their was a big group of squatters she was with and welcomed me to join up with them.

not far from the jack in the box was some sort of undeveloped commercial building site. a few acres or so of uncleared land with tall trees and no fences. i told the chick, lisa, that i had been sleeping in either the all night laundromat or i would just stay up all night and sleep on a bus in the morning. it worked most of the time but it was beginning to become a hassle too. she asked why i hadnt invested in a tent and motioned to the bag she was carrying on her back. the thought never crossed my mind i told her.

the punks actually had a decent set up. the area they had set up camp at was far enough in the wooded area to not be visible from the street and even the noises of the city seemed to be cut off within the small confines. lisa introduced me to the rest of the guys. most of them were younger than me, they were sitting around a fire drinking lone star beer. they tossed me one and i plunked down to join them in their circle. i find out that most of them had either gotten out of rehab or county or had just ran away from their parents. it was cool to just hang out and shoot the shit with them. they all had such great stories, and i told them a few of my own too. i also find out that a few of the guys fancied themselves to be writers like myself. i compare notebooks with this one guy named Rock (literally the name on his drivers licence). he’s really skinny and bald and has several tattoos on his face and a big murder junkies back patch on his jacket. so far he’s the coolest one yet. i kinda pick up that him and lisa have a thing goin on, but it was cool since i hadnt been hitting on her or nuthin (though the thought had crossed my mind).

the suns starting to go down and the warm beers are running low.  the group gathers its cash together to procure a few bottles from the liqour store down the street. rock and lisa are the only ones in the group old enough to purchase it but they tell me that they keep getting shit from the guy at the liquor store, so i offer to go with them and pay for the bottles if they cant. i contribute the few bucks i had left from the morning to the stash and we’re on our way to buy some booze… and maybe make a pit stop at the jack in the box on the way back for some tacos if theres leftover cash.

-Luke Havergal


March 2, 2010

well i guess you all see what has become of al this. a buncha goddamn bullshit. i cant keep up with anything. im too fucking jaded. its been so long since ive put anything in here.
things have been more or less the same. although many things are different. my girlfriend broke up with me. i got arrested and had to check into rehab for 8 weeks. i contracted a venereal disease (never trust a woman whos blouse matches her bra). i lost my apartment due to the rotting smell of dogflesh that began to overwhelm my unoccupied place.
i had no money for a while cuz my wallet was stolen and couldnt use my debit card and was stranded in a strange part of town for a while. actually i know that chick November took it off me before she gave me the clap. my cell phone was dead too and moreover i didnt feel like talking to anyone after what id been through.
i still dont remember much from that last night, but some things have come back to me. for one thing the urine i was covered in when i woke up in the gutter was Novembers. in fact that was voluntary, i was wasted and she said it was the only way for her to get off while she was on her rag. so i let her piss on me in the bath tub. shortly after she mustve had somebody drag me off in to the streets cause thats where i woke up.
it wasnt too long after when i got picked up by a squad car after attempting to take a bus. i stayed in the holding cell all night until i was transfered to county. i got off light at my hearing considering the amount of drugs in my system. 8 weeks in rehab. im out now, i have pretty much nothing left. like i said in previous posts, all my stuff had been stolen and pawned, my dog and girlfriend were both gone, my duplex apt taken away an account that i never took out the trash containing Spunky, and on top of it all it feels like burning knives when i take a piss.
how much longer can i go on i wonder?


January 14, 2010

i woke up soaked in urine. everything was out of focus. i tried to remember where i was but ended up just drawing blanks. my grey acid washed jeans were tinged yellow and i was missing my boots. not my socks though. no. those too were soaked in urine. i looked like a bum. a bum who just pissed him self and fell asleep in a gutter. truth of the matter is though, the urine wasnt mine. i am no bum. i did fall, but not to sleep.

I remember november. she was the pretty blonde girl i was talking too at max’s party last night. she told me she was from melbourne, we started making out at one point. later we were at her place. i remember her waking up her son and putting him to bed on the livingroom couch. we started making out again in his room. she jerked me off cause she was on her rag, but i insisted she take her top off. naturally she obliged. it was good too. i shot my load after only a few minutes. it got all on her sons spider man sheets. she said it was fine though and tossed them on the floor down by her red bra and sweater.