Posts Tagged ‘squat’

popcorn, its whats for dinner

April 29, 2010

welly welly welly well. apparently i was dosed with a pretty nasty dissociative chemical compound. i dont remember the exact name of it GX87, BT05, LMNOP123, some shit like that, fuck if i know what its called. all i know is that it took me on a slowmotion freight train ride right into the heart of hell. i stayed their for about a week. it was a living nightmare while it lasted, but now that it’s over i guess, like everything else, it had it’s moments. i still don’t feel 100% me, but hey, thats all part of the hallucinatory process. gotta trade off a little part of your self in exchange for that wacky ride. it’s worth it in the long run.
me and jennifer have been squatting at this flop house with a bunch of young psychonautic crust punk teenagers. we keep their heads full of acid and in exchange we get a cot, cable (suprisingly), and all the microwave popcorn we can eat. theirs probably over a thousand bags scattered around the place (one of the guys found an entire wholesale box full of act3 extra butter). only problem is that we dont have a microwave, so weve been coming up with creative ways to make em pop. but thats another story and another set of scars.
Anyway, Rodney, this real scrawny straight edge sharp is the one that filled me in on Dirty Dave’s little scheme. He dosed one of the jolly ranchers, one red cinnamon jolly rancher to be exact, with this extra crazy fucked up shit. i should of guessed something was up by how suspiciously that bright red rancher stood out in the bag of sour green apples. but like the cat, i got slaughtered by my own foolish curiosity. Rodney says that Dirty Dave has pulled this little number on more than a few of the guys. needless to say, retaliation is in the works.
either way though, and all else aside, no more lsd for me for a while. im sticking to a strictly no mind-fuck high from now on. plus theirs plenty of shard to go around here and i get a pretty decent exchange rate with my jolly ranchers.
we like it here so far. me and jenny get our privacy when need be. theirs plenty of interesting company around. we know our spot/cot is reserved. and i get to watch the discovery channel and cartoons all day with kids frying their brains out. it makes for very interesting conversations to say the least. most of these kids are alright. theyre crazy as hell and some of them mainline crank like its going out of style, but hey, weve all had our crazy days. and in an offbeat kinda way, i feel like they kind of look up to me, or at least they treat me with the respect i reckon all my pain and tribulations have earned me. i cant say that ive been treated with that sort of  deference from any one in a real long time. its nice.

don’t take the red one!

-Luke Havergal


candy girl

April 9, 2010

ive been here at cool crest golf for a few days now. last time i wrote i had just arrived and was alone. things have changed since then, as they always seem to do. im now joined by a gorgeous 15 year old girl named jenny. Jenny ran away from home a few weeks back. i found her sleeping at the bus stop across from the mini golf course. she has dirty blonde hair, grey/green eyes, pouty pink lips, a pierced septum and eyebrow and she wears clothes that look 2 sizes too big for her.
i first saw her hanging around the bus stop the afternoon after i arrived at cool crest. she looked like a grunge chick or stoner girl, i didnt think she was homeless. not until night fell and she was still waiting at the bus stop did i put two and two together.
it wasnt easy to approach her. i swear this girl was like a frightened cat. her eyes even look like a cats… i jumped the fence to go talk to her. it was sometime around 2 in the morning and i mustve freaked her out cause she took off running. i jogged to catch up with her, but this didnt help things. she quickened her pace and was determined to flee from me. i called out to her but i didnt exactly know what to say, so i just kept yelling, “hey! wait up!” and “hold on!”
she keeps running, looking behind her shoulder every now and then. eventually my words get through. she sees that im not trying to harm her. she stops. i walk up slowly, out of breath. i keep my distance as i approach. she looks scared, but also like shes ready to attack. i hold up my hands to show her that i mean no harm. she reaches in to one of her baggy jean pockets and pulls out a small hunting knife. i continue my approach, my eyes focussed on hers. i try to talk as i struggle to regain my breath. havnt had to run in a while.
i explain to her that ive seen her on the street, but i didnt know she was homeless. i tell her that im living at the abandoned mini golf course across from where she was sleeping. she says nothing.
“My name is luke. whats yers?” i ask. “Jennifer.” she slowly whispers back. “Jennifer, do you want to come back with me? its a lot nicer in the mini golf course and i have some food and stuff your welcome to if you want.” i offer. she looks around hesitantly. “look im not going to hurt you, im on the streets too, i just want to help.” i finally say. she folds the knife up and puts it back inside her pocket. i can see her pink cotton panties peeking out from under her low hanging  jeans as i watch her return the knife. “cmon, i’ll buy you a drink.” i say. she smiles a crooked little smile and starts walking towards me, her head bowed to the ground.
She has very little trouble climbing the fence. i struggle my way over and hop/fall to meet her on the ground. not so graceful. she looks around quietly, i can tell shes pleased. she still seems kind of defensive though. i promise her that im not gunna try anything with her and tell her that she can relax. i just wanted to offer her a better place to stay, and theirs plenty of room for two in here. i can tell she must be starving, i offer her some jack in the box i had left over. she downs the eggrolls quickly and we split the jumbo jack between us.
the meal seemed to do her well. she lets her guard down some and i try to talk to her. she mostly answers my questions with one word answers. i try not to pry too much, seeing how coy she is. so i just ask her general stuff. how long you been out here? and where you from? mostly she just sits quietly, looking around the green garden that surrounds us.
she pulls her bag close to her and opens it up. inside  i see a multitude of colored candy as she peels back the zipper, gummy bears, air heads, sour patch, m&m’s, starburst…and pretty much every other kind of candy i can think of is seemingly contained within her bulky bag. she pulls out a few jolly ranchers and a big bag of skittles. “i took these from the corner store.” she said. “do you want some?” she extends an arm towards me with a handfull of skittles. i take them in my palm as i pull my bag close to me. i reach in and get out my bottle of old crow whiskey. half full. she eyes me as i take a swig and chase it with some skittles. she smiles and reaches her arm out, to grab the bottle from me. i hand it to her as i jokingly ask “how old are you?” she takes a big messy swig, then pops some skittles in her mouth. “15.” she says. i ponder this revelation for a while as i look the girl up and down. she looks over at me sheepishly as she hands me back the bottle. “gotta start sometime.”  i shrug my shoulders and take another swig.
we split the rest of the bottle and the skittles. not a bad mix actually. Jennifer starts opening up to me. she tells me that she ran away because her dad was abusing her. he was a pervert and had been touching her and her younger sister since she can remember. only recently did he start slapping her around though. so she split. she cried when she talked about her little sister she left behind. Meagan. she told me she was thinking about going back and killing her old man. the whole time i just sat there and listened to her as she opened up. i nodded my head and just let her get it all out.
she asks me about me. i tell her theirs not much to tell and just fill her in on the basics. i lost a lot recently, i dont want to go back to living the way i used to… im trying my hardest to survive and live my life the way i see fit… she changes the subject and asks me what ive been doing with this awesome place all to myself. i tell her that ive only been in here a day but that i used to come here as a kid. and except for walking around naked i pretty much have been doing the same thing were doing now. her eyes kind of light up . she looks around and gives me a big grin then struggles to her feet and starts to undress in the pale moon light.


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