Everybody’s serious but me
Well, I just moved out here to San Francisco, moreover Berkeley. This town is so fucked. I’ve only been here a week and I can tell. I was walking back to my apartment when two homeless deadbeats accosted me. I told them “sorry, I’m not the government, as they seem to be the only one that gives out checks for doing nothing” to which the crazys started barking something about free love and helping a “brother” out. I love it. I can’t even find a job myself with a college degree and they expect to be given free money. WTF, shit’s the wackness right there. And the best part was, they were standing right in front of the Berkeley Public Library, the only place that could truly help these people out. Irony at its best.
I don’t have a problem with folks living on the street, I really don’t. If that’s the life they choose then, sure, fine by me. It’s the fact that so many of them are mentally ill and unstable that pisses me off and makes me feel unsafe.
“I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.”
- Allen Ginsberg
