Sometimes, Crazy People do Crazy Shit

Before we get started, a couple of things:

1. I can say "crazy" because I AM crazy; and,
2. I would never, ever want to hurt someone else's feelings, so anyone I talk about in this blog will never read this blog. I know this for a fact. I also won't be using names. I'll make names up.

So don't get all bunged up about the title or all that other shit. I'm not hurting anyone. You all should know by now I'd never do that.

Anyway, on to the crazy shit. There's a no-smoking-in-the-house policy here at my house. As there is at most houses, both group-living and private. Most people don't want their clothes and their hair smelling like ass. Myself included, and I smoke so yeah. But THIS house has a very SPECIAL reason for the no-smoking policy, and here it is: one of our residents is on oxygen. Which we all know is highly explosive. So we all obey the no smoking in the house rule because let's face it, even if we're nuts, we don't want to get roasted like chestnuts on an open fire.

However, there is one person in the house who seems to have a really difficult time following the rules pertaining to the "Let's Not Blow Up The House" theme. Who, you might ask, would do that? Why, it's none other than the person to whom the oxygen is hooked up. WHAT?????? That is correct. She has an oxygen tank next to her bed, complete with breathing machine, and she goes two doors down to the bathroom with a can of air freshener and smokes in the middle of the night.

The best part of all this is that this is one of my roommates. She sleeps in the bed RIGHT NEXT TO MINE. And that oxygen machine is on the floor between our beds. This makes me rather angry and more than a little nervous. (She also has difficulties with personal hygiene but whatever, that won't kill me - although the smell of rotten feet in a room occupied by a sensitive person - me - can be trying.) 

This person got caught dead ass the other night. The next morning she got asked about it and flat out lied. "No," she said. "Not me," she said. Then comes out to the back yard table and tells me she got caught but she's going to keep denying because it's the staff member's word against hers and "she's not licensed and she's a nigger anyway so no one will believe her." That's right, she said the "N Word" and I repeated it. This is to show you what I'm dealing with here. 

I'm no snitch but I got pissed off enough about this bitch putting my life at risk and being a bigoted asshole that I went to MY counselor and related the conversation. She said she'd take care of it. I doubt that.

I don't know what my point was in writing this blog, other than to show that all those warm and fuzzy TV shows about group living for the mentally ill are not always accurate, and that some of us are mean, vindictive, and have stinky feet and dirty sheets.

Have a nice day. I'll be back tomorrow unless I get blown up.

Why People Suck But Sometimes Don't

Yeah, there's that button again...

Okay. I have a non-profit fundraising dealie going on to find housing for women and children. A lot of people don't like it because the women are addicts and the kids are in foster care. They think that no one can recover from addiction and become a good parent. They think the kids are better off with strangers. They also think that I'm probably running a scam (which I totally understand, given the number of internet scams out there). To which, may I just reply - FUCK YOU.

It's not like this program is going to take people with 3 days sobriety and give them their kids back. Safeguards are being put into place. And in the meantime, the fundraising (since the County is giving us a hard time ANYWAY) is going to shelter kids who need stuff. Like underwear and food and shit. You know - the crap you take for granted that your kid has every day.

The other day, I was this close to shutting the whole thing down. Then a package showed up at the door to the office stuffed with school supplies from a friend who isn't in any better financial shape than the rest of us. But she took the time while school shopping with her kids to think of OTHER kids who would have had to borrow a fucking chewed up pencil and be humiliated on their first day of school. Bad enough you're homeless, you don't even have a fucking pencil.

So I decided that fuck that, I'm going to keep going. If people don't want to donate one plugged nickel, I'll figure out some other way. I see people all the time raising money for total bullshit. I would rather keep a child from being humiliated and hurt. You want my address? Ask me, I'll give it to you.