I did my piece earlier… thought it was gone from my soul, but it fucking ain’t. I’m mother-fucking pissed off with this shit.

Many years ago your’s truly was “Homeless”.  A friend noticed that I was still wearing the same clothes for two days and invited me to stay with him until I got back on my feet. I fixed his stove, made his dinners and cleaned his apartment. When the S.F. Examiner hired me, he made me stay a few more weeks in order for me to create a war chest for the Future. (I will always praise John Brown for that help) I never stopped after that.

I remember a friend that believed and cared for me, and I couldn’t let him down. He gave me the platform that started the rest of my freakn’ life.

A few years later I worked with the S.F. Mayors Office on homeless issues. I did what I could, but circumantances vary from person to person. I helped a few, but many I could not help, and they went where-ever.

What is happening in our city is a cleansing of those who don’t have much. I don’t have shit, but Betty takes care of me.  This is what good folks do:help the others… the Social Contract.

It is our duty to help those who are , shall we say,  not able to get their shit together. John Brown gave me the platform to move forward, and what I am doing is in his honor. I care, and I always will care. (spend a night sleeping under the bushes in a park…)

NOPD’s targeting of the Homeless is a fucking sin and a disgrace. What kind of fucking low-lives are these shits?  Don’t want to go there.