When I got in, Mike asked me to pick up
a lobby shift that morning in exchange for the one he'd taken care
of.
I crashed for a bit, then got back up
for my shift. It was my first lobby, and after all of the action on
the previous day it was a relief to get on with it. It went pretty
well.
The Mumblr I talked about earlier was
discharged. Everyone was on edge. It turns out he's certifiably
crazy. While I was hanging out with Larry the previous day, he talked
to me about his lobby watches. Larry, like many people's
grandparents, pretends to get up really early, but cheats by taking
naps. Larry prefers staying up at night so he takes night shifts in
the lobby.
During one of those shifts, he caught
The Mumblr pissing in the bushes outside. At every meeting I've
attended here, Dave mentions how there's no urinating in the bushes
in the front of the shelter. I assumed that it was guys who were
smoking and lazy, but it turns out it was The Mumblr, deliberately
pissing in the bushes at night.
His story was that he took tobacco out
of the garbage on the back patio to put in his pipe. He's pretty
broke, so that's how he gets his tobacco. Apparently he accidentally
put marijuana from that garbage into his pipe and then...somehow he's
peeing in the bushes?
He was certifiable and despite all of
my sturm and drag over the fates of other guys around here, I didn't
feel bad about that. I mean, there are other shelters and he can get
health care.
I guess I'll talk about how wrong I was
when I get to Thursday though.
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