TV Madness!

Hey Fellow Survivors!

Lately, I've been trying to watch some of the stuff on Television and it just make me feel so damn old because I just don't get it.

What the hell are all the Vampire Shows about, eh? Little skinny white dudes with overbites throwing each other around like rag dolls while playing the poor little innocent girls. They are just lonely, misunderstood predators who need love like everyone else.

Yeah Right!

Do all of them have to be attractive because they want to attract the prey? How about just ugly and disgusting?

And do the teeth have to be in the mouth, for tasting the blood?

Why not in the elbow and the guy becomes a hockey player (obviously for a short time)?

How about hidden mosquito barb that kills the vampire the first and last time it bites.

I'm waiting to see the “Ass Cheek Vampire”!!

His or her “teeth” are in their hands so when they “goose” an unfortunate passerby, the vampire gets a little snack and the victim barely notices it, thinking it was a pinch. About 20 or 30 of these makes a meal.

Yummy!!

Do vampires have zits? Engaging minds want to know! How about overweight vampires? Are they forced to go on a diet? “Skip a victim or two a day and you'll lose all that Bloody weight.” (Drum roll , please!)

Blade's vampires seemed a little bite more reasonable and imaginative where the vampires were the victims for a change.

What happened to that prime-time vampire soap opera (forgot it's name) that was on tv? “One Life to Live” could mean something much more sinster with vamps as the leading characters.

Well, that's it, that's all I got.

Till next time!

I Long For The Old Daze..

Hello Everybody!

Been a while since I posted to my blog, but I am working hard to overcome that problem, like many others, these days.

For some reason, I am feeling somewhat sad and melancholy, today.

My thoughts have been on the past, mostly. My formative years in the Boys Home in particular.

Growing Up in Foster Homes was rough in those days, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel when I arrived at Lawrence Hall, Home for Boys. The year was 1965 and I was being delivered there because I was an angry youth (about 13 years old).

It was my first time living in such a big building. There were three floors and the basement, and this wasn't just a place to sleep, it was a place of adventure and fun. Out back there was a huge yard (5 acres, I think) and a large pool to splash in during the summer.

That great old building is gone now, and along with it the wonderful people who I used to look up to. Ms. Tansy Johnson, who I had I slight crush on, Mr. Davis, the Boxer, who always managed to control us by out-boxing us all (Boxing was the thing back then); Mr. Little, a huge gorilla-like man who used to wake up everybody by snatching one foot and half-dragging us out of bed. There were others , but these I remember the most. I miss them.

Everyday, we'd run downstairs to the Cafeteria and joke with each other as we ate. I remember they used to feed us well.

The neighborhood was on the mid- north side of Chicago, which was in the throes of desegregation at the time, and going to school was full of it's own challenges. I was always made to be aware of my color by the kids and some of the adults in the area, but it didn't seem to impact me a great deal.

I had two rooms during my stay there, one one the front of the building and the other at the back. I remember watching with puzzlement as the old folks from around the neighborhood would dig up the weeds in the backyard for what was called “Poke Salad”.

In the front was an awesome building that is still there, part of the Water Reclamation works. There was something mystical and serene about that building. Clean and Mysterious. Next to it was the Chicago River.

When they torn down the grand old building, a part of my heart was damaged forever. I guess I have been making up for it's lost by living in this Nursing Home, which is similar, in many ways, to Lawrence Hall.

Hey Buddy, You Got A Computer?

Friends and Neighbors.

What's Up!

As I sit here, zoned on my high-blood pressure medication, I'm banging away on my ancient computer, hoping it doesn't stop sticking and just quit altogether. It's holding together with spit and bubble gum. Internet is so slow, that on some pages I have to wait 5 to 10 minutes for any reaction.

I say that to ask for your help.

Are you about to upgrade? Don't throw out your old pc or laptop. Give it to me! I don't care much for looks, but my main concern is that it works!

Broken or not, let me have it!

My poor computer is on it's last leg.

Enough begging for now

If you really have one for me and you live in the Chicago, IL area, drop me an email at lee3way@gmail.com and I'll pick it up.

For real, now! No joke!

You'd be doing an old man a great service.

Thanks. See ya next Time!

Sex Scandals: Are We Still On That?

(AP Photo/Julie Jacobson)
Hi Friends and Neighbors!

With the need to worry about basic survival on hold for a while, your ole HBM finds himself in front of a tv and plummeted with the endless stories of some media magnet who has had sex with other than their chosen (or given ) mate.

It seems to me that we have talked about this before and my take on all this is the same.

Ho Hum!

There are far worst things to be concerned with than attempting to regulate where political figures, sports and movie stars and other entertainers bump uglies.

If half as much energy were put into solving other problems, the Middle East situation would no longer be a concern.

I worry just a little that our values are highly misplaced, and I guess this has to do with my experience out there in the streets for so many years.

In this place, there are people who are diagnosed with obsessive/compulsive disorder. If many of the media people were looked at closely, they suffer from the same disorder, but never truly checked because of the power of the Press they wield.

I can't believe the large number of people who listen to such garbage over and over. I hope my readers aren't among them.

Well, enough for now, see you later!

When Are You Really Homeless?

Hey There, My Friends!

It has occurred to me recently to question the notion of homelessness. After many hours of group sessions and endless discussions on the topic, one thing jumped out at me.

Just who the hell said I was homeless when I was out there?

Oh sure, it was true that I didn't have anyplace to call my own. And yes, you could reasonably call me a person without a home (homeless).

But it is also still true today!

I still don't have a home since I can still be kicked out of here at any time.

That may sound a bit insecure, and you would be right, but in cold reality, it is true.

I find myself inside this place because I had to find shelter, not from the elements, but from the average sheltered person! Those who wanted right to do this old man in just for the fun of it.

Otherwise my home was the outside.

Don't be angry at me for thinking this way. My effort was to live as free as I could and still not be a burden on anyone.

Anyway, I was at home outside! I was close to completing my process on how to sleep outside in my large sleeping bag with some kind of warming device when I was goaded into moving inside to the Nursing Home.

This is a very deep subject and in the following days I am going to follow up on this subject.

In the Meantime, stay warm and safe, people!!

That's Right! I'm Baaaack!

Hi Good Friends and Fans!

Yes, Yes. I know.

You thought the old HBM had bit the big one somewhere; his crusty toes curled up in a ditch or fell into the Lake Michigan, there to play the bad-ass fish down below forever.

Not! (Thanks to the Almighty One!!!!)

I am still here at this Nursing Home, which for me is a good thing. Oh sure, There are times when I wish I wasn't here at all, when the nurses get on my last nerves and that DAMN INTERCOM drives me to distraction, but all in all, it's a good thing!

Overall, Nursing Homes get a bad rap. And I just happen to get into one of the better ones. It has been my lastest observation that the poor nurses and assistants are really underpaid to do what they do.

There is no way I would do it. A person has got to know their limitations.

"Residents", as we are loosely called, can be a big-ass headache most of the time.

A large number of residents suffer from some sort of mental and psychological disorder, like Bi-polar and dementia. Others have physical problems requiring constant supervision and maintenance over a long period of time.

Whether mental or physical, we are lumped here together, which produces a great deal of stress.

God bless the Nurses and assistants, but they can have that job.

As for me, I have access to a computer and will restart and continue my blog for as long as I can, because there is no way of telling what the future will bring.

Later!

Mad Killer on the Loose!

Hi to All Loyal readers and Friends!

Today I must get something off of my chest, so to speak.

It's about those recent murders of Jennifer Hudson's family. I am angry and sad at the same time.

As usual for me, I fail to understand the thinking involved that would allow a person to kill another. The last victim to be killed in the family was a 7-year old boy!

A 7-year old boy, for Christ's Sake!!

Naturally, my heart goes out to Jennifer and her family in this time of shock and grief. Stay Strong, Young Lady!

Stay Strong!

I'll See you next time. Bye, Bye!