In about 2 hours I will be attending a meeting in Key West to listen to a "homeless expert" speak on how to bring successful solution to the homeless problem in Key West. His name is Robert Marbut, a former White House aide and Texas city councilman. In a quote from the Key West citizen, Thursday, September 22, 2001, Mr. Marbut stated, "I've been to 489 places in 15 states, when I look at that, I'm just shocked at the percent of homeless that Key West has. I don't even know anybody that comes close to it."
According to recent accounts the current estimated homeless population is 3,580(?) in San Antonio, the hometown of the "expert speaker" and 24,000 in Los Angeles.
There are so many "myths, beliefs" whatever you want to call it, from people who have never been homeless before but point out the problem without a solution. Apparently, the speaker today has some solutions that have worked in the past in different cities. And, btw, Key West is a very different city. Unlike any other city I have ever seen and I have traveled throughout the United States and Canada. I've also lived in Ft. Lauderdale, Orlando, San Francisco and Hollywood, California and of course, my hometown that I was raised in since I was 6 months old, Marathon, Florida.
I remember moving in with my brother in San Francisco and let me tell you, it was a culture shock! I had never even seen a homeless person before living in Marathon for the first 18 years of my life. I had never seen a skyscraper, city bus or so many people walking in the city streets. It freaked me out. While walking around with my brother and his lover as they showed me around my new city, a guy sitting on the street asked me for a quarter, so being the generous person that I am, I reached into my pocket to find a quarter and I handed to him. My brothers' lover said, "Don't do that, just walk by and ignore those people." That was my first homeless encounter. Who would of thought that 10 years after, I would be just like that man, homeless. I mean I got a job in San Francisco as a walking messenger for the 5th largest law firm in the United States (they represented Chevron) and working there for almost 2 years, my job was replaced by an outside company so the law firm could save money and I was terminated. I was devastated and I loved my job, some fellow employees had been there for over 20 years!! They fired the whole mail room and messenger department which probably had 40 employees. I was doing everything right, I had a job, an apartment all to myself, credit cards, Macy's, Mastercard, Visa, you name it, life was good and I just turned 21. Then that fateful mandatory meeting at 4 o'clock in 1991, a job no longer but my bills were still there. They didn't go away as quickly as my job did. I filed and received unemployment but it wasn't enough to even pay the rent. In 3 months, I was evicted and I was essentially homeless.
I have learned that no matter how good things may seem, they can be taken away in a New York minute, even if you're doing everything you are supposed to do. I have heard quite a few stories from people who have become homeless and the stories vary dramatically. Anywhere from I had a house, 3 kids and a wife and I caught my wife, red handed, cheating on me with my best friend and I took off and left EVERYTHING to my wife to my parents died and left me with NOTHING.
Now, there are all kinds of homeless people from my observation, I will try and breakdown to explain what I see on an everyday basis at KOTS (Key West homeless shelter) and on the street.
This is my observation and even assumption, if you will, this is not scientific proof!
I would say first, there are some KOTS patrons (?) that receive a check from Social Security or Disability every month. I don't know everybody who gets one but from the ones I know, seem to like KOTS and are content with receiving a check and living at KOTS and they show no signs of getting a place of their own. Most drink and blow all of their money within 2 weeks and cry the blues another 2 weeks until they get their check again and then they are on top of the world again.
Second kind of KOTS patron, there are some, very few, that actually don't like staying at KOTS and are actively seeking work and want to get out of the situation they are in. OR some want/need work and sometimes get it, but it's not enough to get a place and/or like staying at KOTS, because they don't have to pay rent.
Close Encounters of the Third Kind, are the "wacked out of their mind" people that seriously need mental help. They need to build an asylum or give these people their medication. I'm not trying to judge people, this is merely an observation, a better one than someone who doesn't stay or has never stayed at KOTS.
You need to acknowledge the problem before you can find a solution. Turning your head or ignoring people, acting like there is no problem is the first problem.
I personally can't stand people putting down the homeless, knowing NOTHING about their particular circumstances. That's like me saying, all the people who have expensive brand new cars and homes are snooty, stuck up, greedy and don't care about anyone but themselves. For some, that may hold true, but that's an assumption that would be ignorant on my part.
Some of the comments I read in the "Citizens Voice" column of the Key West Citizen newspaper are attacks on the "bums" saying "Get A Job". Ignorant rants, if you ask me, but who am I, I'm just a homeless person who needs a job. But my rebuttal is, how do you get a job when you need a haircut and you have no phone? Without a dime in your pocket, no income whatsoever. I am forever grateful for the St. Mary's soup kitchen that feeds the needy everyday at 4 o'clock without fail, one of the few things I can count on and my food stamp card. At least I won't go hungry while looking for a job. Thank you to the Salvation Army for providing free clothes, so I can look presentable for a possible interview. It's little things other people who have a home and money take for granted or overlook. It sounds simple but people tend to forget little things, like a razor. The sad part is, I can't even buy a razor, I sometimes get lucky and get one from the food bank but you never know, it's a lucky crap shoot.
As far as crime and safety, I have yet to hear of a homeless mugging or robbing somebody. For the most part, homeless people are harmless except for the occasional asshole that aggressively panhandles. There are exceptions, as with any class of human being, rich or poor. From what I have seen, homeless get busted for trespassing, (there's not many places in Key West that are NOT trespassing)my favorite drinking in public or open container, listed on the sheriff's arrest log as municipal ordinance violation,(some idiots deserve going to jail for 30 days for drinking a beer in public, wide open, they don't try to conceal it in anyway)petite theft from a store, or probation violation. One exception is when a fellow KOTS shelter mate killed my friend, also a KOTS shelter mate, last year with a hammer, there are exceptions, but few. For the most part though, the bum just wants money for beer and cigarettes.
Well, I have to go to this meeting to cure homelessness...can wait to hear what people have to say and hear their solutions...this is better than a movie..pass the popcorn..I will report some of the "bright ideas" to get rid of the homeless problem and of course, express my opinion.
Until then, save the homeless...the population is GROWING in the direction opposite of extinction! P.S. KOTS is filled to capacity every night and it's not even season yet!!! Can't wait til winter...BUUUUURRRRR
Here's a poem I wrote a while back, it seems appropriate now.
NEED VS. GREED
HOW MUCH DO YOU NEED?
WHAT IS THE PRICE OF YOUR GREED?
BLIND EYE, SIDE SWIPE
DON’T CRY A TEARDROP
IN THE END, TOO LATE
FOR SYMPATHY
ANSWER THE FINAL QUESTION
CANNOT MAKE UP THE TEST
YOU FAILED
NOW YOU MUST LIE
IN THE BED YOU MADE
NOBODY ELSE TO BLAME
AFTERLIFE, PIPE DREAM
DO WHAT YOU CAN TODAY
NEVER KNOW WHAT TOMORROW MAY BRING
OR TAKE AWAY
WAKE UP
SMELL THE COLOR OF THE MONEY TREE
THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE
SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE
ON A SMALLER SCREEN
BALANCE IN BETWEEN
NEED VERSUS GREED
Ó Kevin Dale Sanders -January 8th, 2007
Well, I just got back from the "homeless" meeting and found 3 of my KOTS shelter mates there and nobody else who were homeless that I know of but all of the homeless help organizations were represented it seemed.
Mr. Marut had some great ideas that have worked in other areas of the United States very well. In fact, he mentioned one city that had virtually cleared the streets of any homeless people, which is astounding. Can it work in Key West? His program implementation centered around having one central place to take care of all the needs of the homeless, like a homeless aid compound, where you sleep, eat and get counseling under one roof. It had a merit kind of system with rewards and consequences that seem like it could work. I was going to ask a couple of questions but the meeting had run it's time limit. I was going to ask, "how do you deal with the people who receive a check every month and are happy being homeless and don't want or need to work?" My second was going to be, this is near and dear to my heart, "What do you do to people that come in drunk?" (I'm a happy drunk by the way that doesn't cause any problems unless you piss me off, of course) And he did mention something about "if you blow or test "dirty", you have consequences" but he didn't elude to what that consequence would be. I was wondering if it was abstinent of alcohol altogether or if you could blow a .04 and not be punished. He also mentioned, and I agree, that putting people in jail for being drunk or trespassing is not going to solve any problem, and I believe, it will and is now a perpetual, vicious cycle that doesn't help anybody and waste taxpayers money. In and out of jail, over and over again. Sounds like insanity to me. Although I have heard that the jail gets money from state funding based on how many inmates they have. Again, I have only heard of this and do not know it to be true. There's that root of all evil again, ruling the minds of the money hungry at the expense of those in need.
I think the hardest obstacle that is faced to have this program come to fruition is finding a spot to put this "all assistance under one roof" concept somewhere in Key West, nobody wants to be close to the homeless. The uneducated think that being close to a homeless shelter drives down property values but in fact,according to the speaker, from other areas that this program was implemented, the property values actually went UP !!! So I think if Key West can convince the public and show the amount of savings with this new shelter concept, it might just happen but you really have to educate a few ignorant people who think they know it all. That for some reason, at least from my point of view, is a BIG problem in Key West, people who think they know all the answers but are unwilling to listen and work together. It seems to me, some people want all the glory but fail to back up what they are saying or just like to hear themselves talk. "One agency may think it can help the homeless better than others" is one of the problems the speaker mentioned in past organization of other shelter programs, instead of working together, they want all the glory to themselves,Greed! Who is better? Which religion is right? Republican or Democrat? This homeless problem affects us all as a community and it affects democrats, republicans,... even rich people with fancy cars and nice houses. I suggest people to put their egos in their pocket, put their money where their mouth is and search for a solution to a problem you can't sweep under the rug and act like nothing is wrong. Wake up and take action! I'm doing my part, I'm homeless, I'm the problem, you would have nothing to solve if it wasn't for me..lol. I just looked at the clock and I missed the soup kitchen and I have 77 cents on my food stamp card until October 7th. Oh well, I had to vent and share my point of view to whoever is reading this, feel free to share and spread the word!
I'm homeless, not hopeless!
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Friday, September 2, 2011
Livin Da Vida Homelesso.......A Happy Ending Vicariously
It's about 3:27AM and I have left K.O.T.S. for the night or morning, I should say. I think I slept a total of 2 hours.BECAUSE, I have to sleep along side derelicts with fucked up sleeping habits. On top of that, it rained really hard and long last night at K.O.T.S. luckily I got the last bunk inside although the roof still leaked slowly onto different parts of my body covered by the thin pink sheet provided to me. It gave me a sense of what water boarding would be like and I don't mean out on the ocean, I mean the torture technique. But I still managed to get a decent night's sleep. I was thankfully for not being outside. Now to explain, there are 4 enclosed barracks that house 26 people per barrack, once they are filled up, the rest of the less fortunate sleep outside on the same 2 inch thick green 2 foot by 7 foot mattress used inside.In the back side lays about 15 mats under a white tarp that hangs down about 5 feet off the ground. When it rains, you don't get wet but that is determined by the wind, and of course that too has a drip leak on certain mats, again, of course, on the spot I chose. That's just my luck. I could win a prize if losing was the goal of winning.
Anyway, I miss the rain storm the night before but when I came in last night, I was stuck with picking a spot outside and I have learned that number 10 is the best because it is one mattress over from the edge and the amber streetlight doesn't shine in your eyes all night. But last night I got a mat on number 10 but it was soaked with water, the surface was dry but the internal part of the mattress had sucked up the water from the night before like a sponge. So I tried to go to sleep, unbeknownst to me that, there's water in them there hills, uh..mattresses.After a shower, I slept for about an hour, woke up and my shorts were wet and believe you me, it wasn't a wet dream. I even had a thick pink blanket under me. So I said, O.K. there's nothing I can do, I can live with being wet, deal with it. Then almost entering rem again, those pesky little fuckin mosquitoes decide they are hungry for blood, and of course, mine is the sweetest one, or so it seems at the time while everybody else is snoring away with their little pipe dreams except for this one asshole next to me whom I have never seen before, starts tossin' and turnin', he still has his boots on and every fuckin 2 minutes shuffles his feet across the green vinyl mattress, making a sound like zipping up a zipper on a tent. His legs went up and down every 2 friggin minutes, which drove me nuts!! Back and forth, non stop, all night, into the morning. I can't change spots because KOTS is full, so I am trapped between him, the mosquitoes and the wet mattress. It's 2 AM, I go out to the common area and smoke my last cigarette er... little cheap cigar that look like cigarettes but are 4 times cheaper, a real pack of cigarette for 4 bucks versus 1 dollar for a pack of 305 cigars, the new official smoke of the homeless, thanks to the tax hike in regular cigarettes.I finish my cigaro and I go back to my boat, I mean,my mattress and try to get some kind of sleep, to no avail. The motherfucker next to me is still squirming and the mosquitoes are still swarming. So I lay there defenseless, wondering what am I going to do. I laid there for an hour and said fuck this, I'm out of cigarettes and I can't sleep. I picked up my shit, left KOTS and headed to the gas station on my bike without any lights, where I know they have my cheap cigarettes and bought a Natty Ice because it was still before 4 and I had a dollar and change and 1.34 on my debit card.
And here I am, typing in the dark at a bus stop across the street from McDonald's where I can pick up WiFi for free, especially at 4 in the morning, only knowing 2 people that will read this and that would be Terra (my former bosses roommate) and my KOTS shelter mate, Bobby. Good Morning, Terra and Bobby! I guess it's better than cell mate. Other than that, it's weird writing what I have been through and not knowing in the whole wide world who will come across this. I don't promote it, maybe on Facebook, but it's cathartic. If anything, I like doing it, I do this because I want to, I don't get paid to do it,...yet!
Shift from sleep deprived pissed off to something I had a chance to do for somebody that I will never be able to do until the day I die,... I can only hope.
I met this guy at KOTS about a month a go.
He kind of looks like a gold miner with a bandana without the hat or gold.
He calls himself, Murphy, and has a personality between Yosemite Sam and Foghorn Leghorn and walks like he needs a cane.
He claims, "he from a country called, Texas" his words, not mine. And always asks the question in a fast, slurred tempo depending on how much Vodka he's had to drink, "whatchu gonna be when you grow up, boy?" and "Is you a vet?" He served in Vietnam.
Anyway, how or who. He found out his son, who he hasn't seen since his son was about 3 years old, was on Facebook. The guy who told Murphy didn't stay long at KOTS, so I told Murphy I would try and contact his son through Facebook just give me your son's name, so he did and the hunt was on. I found his son and tried to become friends with him so I could give him the message that his father was looking for him.
His son confirmed me as a friend an sent a message to me asking, "Who are you and how do you know me?"
I replied, "Well, I stay at a homeless shelter in Florida and I met your father there and he found out you were on Facebook and since he doesn't know how to use the computer too good, he told me your name and he asked me to send you a message to see if he could get in contact with you. I'm just trying to help."
I got no reply from Murphy's son
So I shot out another message that read, "Your father wanted me to ask you if you had a phone number that he could reach you at"
4 days later I got a reply with simply his son's telephone number.
I gave it to Murphy and he called his son and they talked for an hour and a half.
It does my heart good to know that at least Murphy had a chance to reunite with his son because I will never get that chance with my own biological father because he was shot to death when I was 6 months old.
I mean, I am by no means Oprah Winfrey, but it is cool to see somebody get a chance to see or at least talk to, a long lost family member, in this case a father and son.
Okay, on that note, the sun is rising and the roosters are crowing...
Ab,ab,ab,ab....that's all folks!!!!
It's about 3:27AM and I have left K.O.T.S. for the night or morning, I should say. I think I slept a total of 2 hours.BECAUSE, I have to sleep along side derelicts with fucked up sleeping habits. On top of that, it rained really hard and long last night at K.O.T.S. luckily I got the last bunk inside although the roof still leaked slowly onto different parts of my body covered by the thin pink sheet provided to me. It gave me a sense of what water boarding would be like and I don't me out on the ocean, I mean the torture technique. But I still managed to get a decent night's sleep. I was thankfully for not being outside. Now to explain, there are 4 enclosed barracks that house 26 people per barrack, once they are filled up, the rest of the less fortunate sleep outside on the same 2 inch thick green 2 foot by 7 foot mattress used inside.In the back side lays about 15 mats under a white tarp that hangs down about 5 feet off the ground. When it rains, you don't get wet but that is determined by the wind, and of course that too has a drip leak on certain mats, again, of course, on the spot I chose. That's just my luck. I could win a prize if losing was the goal of winning. Anyway, I miss the rain storm the night before but when I came in last night, I was stuck with picking a spot outside and I have learned that number 10 is the best because it is one mattress over from the edge and the amber streetlight doesn't shine in your eyes all night. But last night I got a mat on number 10 but it was soaked with water, the surface was dry but the internal part of the mattress had sucked up the water from the night before like a sponge. So I try to go to sleep, unbeknownst to me that, there's water in them there hills, uh..mattresses.After a shower, I slept for about an hour, woke up and my shorts were wet and believe you me, it wasn't a wet dream. I even had a thick pink blanket under me. So I said, O.K. there's nothing I can do, I can live with being wet, deal with it. Then almost entering rem again, so pesky little fuckin mosquitoes decide they are hungry for blood, and of course, mine is the sweetest one, or so it seems at the time while everybody else is snoring away with their little pipe dreams except for this one asshole next to me whom I have never seen before starts tossin' and turnin', he still has his boots on and every fuckin 2 minutes shuffles his feet across the green vinyl mattress, making a sound like zipping up a zipper on a tent. His legs went up and down every 2 friggin minutes, which drove me nuts!! Back and forth, non stop all night into the morning. I can change spots because KOTS is full, so I am trapped between him, the mosquitoes and the wet mattress. It's 2 AM, I go out to the common area and smoke my last cigarette er... little cheap cigar that look like cigarettes but are 4 times cheaper, a real pack of cigarette for 4 bucks versus 1 dollar for a pack of 305 cigars, the new official smoke of the homeless, thanks to the tax hike in regular cigarettes.I finish my cigaro and I go back to my boat, I mean,my mattress and try to get some kind of sleep, to no avail. The motherfucker next to me is still squirming and the mosquitoes are still swarming. So I lay there defenseless, wondering what am I going to do. I laid there for an hour and said fuck this I'm out of cigarettes and I can't sleep. I picked up my shit, left KOTS and headed to the gas station on my bike without any lights, where I know they have my cheap cigarettes and bought a Natty Ice because it was still before 4 and I had a dollar and change and 1.34 on my debit card. And here I am, typing in the dark at a bus stop across the street from McDonald's where I can pick up WiFi for free, especially at 4 in the morning, only knowing 2 people that will read this and that would be Terra (my former bosses roommate) and my KOTS shelter mate, Bobby. Good Morning, Terra and Bobby! I guess it's better than cell mate. Other than that, it's weird writing what I have been through and not knowing in the whole wide world who will come across this. I don't promote it, maybe on Facebook, but it's cathartic. If anything, I like doing it, I do this because I want to, I don't get paid to do it,...yet!
Shift from sleep deprived pissed off to something I had a chance to do for somebody that I will never be able to do until the day I die,... I can only hope.
I met this guy at KOTS about a month a go.
He kind of looks like a gold miner with a bandana without the hat or gold.
He calls himself, Murphy, and has a personality between Yosemite Sam and Foghorn Leghorn and walks like he needs a cane. He claims, "he from a country called, Texas" his words not mine. And always asks the question in a fast, slurred tempo depending on how much Vodka he's had to drink, "whatchu gonna be when you grow up, boy?" and "Is you a vet?" He served in Vietnam. Anyway, how or who. He found out his son, who he hasn't seen since his son was about 3 years old, was on Facebook. The guy who told Murphy didn't stay long at KOTS, so I told Murphy I would try and contact his son through Facebook just give me your son's name, so he did and the hunt was on. I found his son and tried to become friends with him so I could give him the message that his father was looking for him.
His son confirmed me as a friend an sent a message to me asking, "Who are you and how do you know me?"
I replied, "Well, I stay at a homeless shelter in Florida and I met your father there and he found out you were on Facebook and since he doesn't know how to use the computer too good, he told me your name and he asked me to send you a message to see if he could get in contact with you. I'm just trying to help."
I got no reply from Murphy's son
So I shot out another message that read, "Your father wanted me to ask you if you had a phone number that he could reach you at"
4 days later I got a reply with simply his son's telephone number.
I gave it to Murphy and he called his son and they talked for an hour and a half.
It does my heart good to know that at least Murphy had a chance to reunite with his son because I will never get that chance with my own biological father because he was shot to death when I was 6 months old.
I mean, I am by no means Oprah Winfrey, but it is cool to see somebody get a chance to see or at least talk to, a long lost family member, in this case a father and son.
Okay, on that note, the sun is rising and the roosters are crowing...
Ab,ab,ab,ab....that's all folks!!!! Check out my video.."The Rooster Goes...."
Anyway, I miss the rain storm the night before but when I came in last night, I was stuck with picking a spot outside and I have learned that number 10 is the best because it is one mattress over from the edge and the amber streetlight doesn't shine in your eyes all night. But last night I got a mat on number 10 but it was soaked with water, the surface was dry but the internal part of the mattress had sucked up the water from the night before like a sponge. So I tried to go to sleep, unbeknownst to me that, there's water in them there hills, uh..mattresses.After a shower, I slept for about an hour, woke up and my shorts were wet and believe you me, it wasn't a wet dream. I even had a thick pink blanket under me. So I said, O.K. there's nothing I can do, I can live with being wet, deal with it. Then almost entering rem again, those pesky little fuckin mosquitoes decide they are hungry for blood, and of course, mine is the sweetest one, or so it seems at the time while everybody else is snoring away with their little pipe dreams except for this one asshole next to me whom I have never seen before, starts tossin' and turnin', he still has his boots on and every fuckin 2 minutes shuffles his feet across the green vinyl mattress, making a sound like zipping up a zipper on a tent. His legs went up and down every 2 friggin minutes, which drove me nuts!! Back and forth, non stop, all night, into the morning. I can't change spots because KOTS is full, so I am trapped between him, the mosquitoes and the wet mattress. It's 2 AM, I go out to the common area and smoke my last cigarette er... little cheap cigar that look like cigarettes but are 4 times cheaper, a real pack of cigarette for 4 bucks versus 1 dollar for a pack of 305 cigars, the new official smoke of the homeless, thanks to the tax hike in regular cigarettes.I finish my cigaro and I go back to my boat, I mean,my mattress and try to get some kind of sleep, to no avail. The motherfucker next to me is still squirming and the mosquitoes are still swarming. So I lay there defenseless, wondering what am I going to do. I laid there for an hour and said fuck this, I'm out of cigarettes and I can't sleep. I picked up my shit, left KOTS and headed to the gas station on my bike without any lights, where I know they have my cheap cigarettes and bought a Natty Ice because it was still before 4 and I had a dollar and change and 1.34 on my debit card.
And here I am, typing in the dark at a bus stop across the street from McDonald's where I can pick up WiFi for free, especially at 4 in the morning, only knowing 2 people that will read this and that would be Terra (my former bosses roommate) and my KOTS shelter mate, Bobby. Good Morning, Terra and Bobby! I guess it's better than cell mate. Other than that, it's weird writing what I have been through and not knowing in the whole wide world who will come across this. I don't promote it, maybe on Facebook, but it's cathartic. If anything, I like doing it, I do this because I want to, I don't get paid to do it,...yet!
Shift from sleep deprived pissed off to something I had a chance to do for somebody that I will never be able to do until the day I die,... I can only hope.
I met this guy at KOTS about a month a go.
He kind of looks like a gold miner with a bandana without the hat or gold.
He calls himself, Murphy, and has a personality between Yosemite Sam and Foghorn Leghorn and walks like he needs a cane.
He claims, "he from a country called, Texas" his words, not mine. And always asks the question in a fast, slurred tempo depending on how much Vodka he's had to drink, "whatchu gonna be when you grow up, boy?" and "Is you a vet?" He served in Vietnam.
Anyway, how or who. He found out his son, who he hasn't seen since his son was about 3 years old, was on Facebook. The guy who told Murphy didn't stay long at KOTS, so I told Murphy I would try and contact his son through Facebook just give me your son's name, so he did and the hunt was on. I found his son and tried to become friends with him so I could give him the message that his father was looking for him.
His son confirmed me as a friend an sent a message to me asking, "Who are you and how do you know me?"
I replied, "Well, I stay at a homeless shelter in Florida and I met your father there and he found out you were on Facebook and since he doesn't know how to use the computer too good, he told me your name and he asked me to send you a message to see if he could get in contact with you. I'm just trying to help."
I got no reply from Murphy's son
So I shot out another message that read, "Your father wanted me to ask you if you had a phone number that he could reach you at"
4 days later I got a reply with simply his son's telephone number.
I gave it to Murphy and he called his son and they talked for an hour and a half.
It does my heart good to know that at least Murphy had a chance to reunite with his son because I will never get that chance with my own biological father because he was shot to death when I was 6 months old.
I mean, I am by no means Oprah Winfrey, but it is cool to see somebody get a chance to see or at least talk to, a long lost family member, in this case a father and son.
Okay, on that note, the sun is rising and the roosters are crowing...
Ab,ab,ab,ab....that's all folks!!!!
It's about 3:27AM and I have left K.O.T.S. for the night or morning, I should say. I think I slept a total of 2 hours.BECAUSE, I have to sleep along side derelicts with fucked up sleeping habits. On top of that, it rained really hard and long last night at K.O.T.S. luckily I got the last bunk inside although the roof still leaked slowly onto different parts of my body covered by the thin pink sheet provided to me. It gave me a sense of what water boarding would be like and I don't me out on the ocean, I mean the torture technique. But I still managed to get a decent night's sleep. I was thankfully for not being outside. Now to explain, there are 4 enclosed barracks that house 26 people per barrack, once they are filled up, the rest of the less fortunate sleep outside on the same 2 inch thick green 2 foot by 7 foot mattress used inside.In the back side lays about 15 mats under a white tarp that hangs down about 5 feet off the ground. When it rains, you don't get wet but that is determined by the wind, and of course that too has a drip leak on certain mats, again, of course, on the spot I chose. That's just my luck. I could win a prize if losing was the goal of winning. Anyway, I miss the rain storm the night before but when I came in last night, I was stuck with picking a spot outside and I have learned that number 10 is the best because it is one mattress over from the edge and the amber streetlight doesn't shine in your eyes all night. But last night I got a mat on number 10 but it was soaked with water, the surface was dry but the internal part of the mattress had sucked up the water from the night before like a sponge. So I try to go to sleep, unbeknownst to me that, there's water in them there hills, uh..mattresses.After a shower, I slept for about an hour, woke up and my shorts were wet and believe you me, it wasn't a wet dream. I even had a thick pink blanket under me. So I said, O.K. there's nothing I can do, I can live with being wet, deal with it. Then almost entering rem again, so pesky little fuckin mosquitoes decide they are hungry for blood, and of course, mine is the sweetest one, or so it seems at the time while everybody else is snoring away with their little pipe dreams except for this one asshole next to me whom I have never seen before starts tossin' and turnin', he still has his boots on and every fuckin 2 minutes shuffles his feet across the green vinyl mattress, making a sound like zipping up a zipper on a tent. His legs went up and down every 2 friggin minutes, which drove me nuts!! Back and forth, non stop all night into the morning. I can change spots because KOTS is full, so I am trapped between him, the mosquitoes and the wet mattress. It's 2 AM, I go out to the common area and smoke my last cigarette er... little cheap cigar that look like cigarettes but are 4 times cheaper, a real pack of cigarette for 4 bucks versus 1 dollar for a pack of 305 cigars, the new official smoke of the homeless, thanks to the tax hike in regular cigarettes.I finish my cigaro and I go back to my boat, I mean,my mattress and try to get some kind of sleep, to no avail. The motherfucker next to me is still squirming and the mosquitoes are still swarming. So I lay there defenseless, wondering what am I going to do. I laid there for an hour and said fuck this I'm out of cigarettes and I can't sleep. I picked up my shit, left KOTS and headed to the gas station on my bike without any lights, where I know they have my cheap cigarettes and bought a Natty Ice because it was still before 4 and I had a dollar and change and 1.34 on my debit card. And here I am, typing in the dark at a bus stop across the street from McDonald's where I can pick up WiFi for free, especially at 4 in the morning, only knowing 2 people that will read this and that would be Terra (my former bosses roommate) and my KOTS shelter mate, Bobby. Good Morning, Terra and Bobby! I guess it's better than cell mate. Other than that, it's weird writing what I have been through and not knowing in the whole wide world who will come across this. I don't promote it, maybe on Facebook, but it's cathartic. If anything, I like doing it, I do this because I want to, I don't get paid to do it,...yet!
Shift from sleep deprived pissed off to something I had a chance to do for somebody that I will never be able to do until the day I die,... I can only hope.
I met this guy at KOTS about a month a go.
He kind of looks like a gold miner with a bandana without the hat or gold.
He calls himself, Murphy, and has a personality between Yosemite Sam and Foghorn Leghorn and walks like he needs a cane. He claims, "he from a country called, Texas" his words not mine. And always asks the question in a fast, slurred tempo depending on how much Vodka he's had to drink, "whatchu gonna be when you grow up, boy?" and "Is you a vet?" He served in Vietnam. Anyway, how or who. He found out his son, who he hasn't seen since his son was about 3 years old, was on Facebook. The guy who told Murphy didn't stay long at KOTS, so I told Murphy I would try and contact his son through Facebook just give me your son's name, so he did and the hunt was on. I found his son and tried to become friends with him so I could give him the message that his father was looking for him.
His son confirmed me as a friend an sent a message to me asking, "Who are you and how do you know me?"
I replied, "Well, I stay at a homeless shelter in Florida and I met your father there and he found out you were on Facebook and since he doesn't know how to use the computer too good, he told me your name and he asked me to send you a message to see if he could get in contact with you. I'm just trying to help."
I got no reply from Murphy's son
So I shot out another message that read, "Your father wanted me to ask you if you had a phone number that he could reach you at"
4 days later I got a reply with simply his son's telephone number.
I gave it to Murphy and he called his son and they talked for an hour and a half.
It does my heart good to know that at least Murphy had a chance to reunite with his son because I will never get that chance with my own biological father because he was shot to death when I was 6 months old.
I mean, I am by no means Oprah Winfrey, but it is cool to see somebody get a chance to see or at least talk to, a long lost family member, in this case a father and son.
Okay, on that note, the sun is rising and the roosters are crowing...
Ab,ab,ab,ab....that's all folks!!!! Check out my video.."The Rooster Goes...."
Livin Da Vida Homelesso.......A Happy Ending Vicariously
It's about 3:27AM and I have left K.O.T.S. for the night or morning, I should say. I think I slept a total of 2hours.BECAUSE, I have to sleep along side derelicts with fucked up sleeping habits. On top of that, it rained really hard and long last night at K.O.T.S. luckily I got the last bunk inside although the roof still leaked slowly onto different parts of my body covered by the thin pink sheet provided to me. It gave me a sense of what water boarding would be like and I don't me out on the ocean, I mean the torture technique. But I still managed to get a decent night's sleep. I was thankfully for not being outside. Now to explain, there are 4 enclosed barracks that house 26 people per barrack, once they are filled up, the rest of the less fortunate sleep outside on the same 2 inch thick green 2 foot by 7 foot mattress used inside.In the back side lays about 15 mats under a white tarp that hangs down about 5 feet off the ground. When it rains, you don't get wet but that is determined by the wind, and of course that too has a drip leak on certain mats, again, of course, on the spot I chose. That's just my luck. I could win a prize if losing was the goal of winning. Anyway, I miss the rain storm the night before but when I came in last night, I was stuck with picking a spot outside and I have learned that number 10 is the best because it is one mattress over from the edge and the amber streetlight doesn't shine in your eyes all night. But last night I got a mat on number 10 but it was soaked with water, the surface was dry but the internal part of the mattress had sucked up the water from the night before like a sponge. So I try to go to sleep, unbeknownst to me that, there's water in them there hills, uh..mattresses.After a shower, I slept for about an hour, woke up and my shorts were wet and believe you me, it wasn't a wet dream. I even had a thick pink blanket under me. So I said, O.K. there's nothing I can do, I can live with being wet, deal with it. Then almost entering rem again, so pesky little fuckin mosquitoes decide they are hungry for blood, and of course, mine is the sweetest one, or so it seems at the time while everybody else is snoring away with their little pipe dreams except for this one asshole next to me whom I have never seen before starts tossin' and turnin', he still has his boots on and every fuckin 2 minutes shuffles his feet across the green vinyl mattress, making a sound like zipping up a zipper on a tent. His legs went up and down every 2 friggin minutes, which drove me nuts!! Back and forth, non stop all night into the morning. I can change spots because KOTS is full, so I am trapped between him, the mosquitoes and the wet mattress. It's 2 AM, I go out to the common area and smoke my last cigarette er... little cheap cigar that look like cigarettes but are 4 times cheaper, a real pack of cigarette for 4 bucks versus 1 dollar for a pack of 305 cigars, the new official smoke of the homeless, thanks to the tax hike in regular cigarettes.I finish my cigaro and I go back to my boat, I mean,my mattress and try to get some kind of sleep, to no avail. The motherfucker next to me is still squirming and the mosquitoes are still swarming. So I lay there defenseless, wondering what am I going to do. I laid there for an hour and said fuck this I'm out of cigarettes and I can't sleep. I picked up my shit, left KOTS and headed to the gas station on my bike without any lights, where I know they have my cheap cigarettes and bought a Natty Ice because it was still before 4 and I had a dollar and change and 1.34 on my debit card. And here I am, typing in the dark at a bus stop across the street from McDonald's where I can pick up WiFi for free, especially at 4 in the morning, only knowing 2 people that will read this and that would be Terra (my former bosses roommate) and my KOTS shelter mate, Bobby. Good Morning, Terra and Bobby! I guess it's better than cell mate. Other than that, it's weird writing what I have been through and not knowing in the whole wide world who will come across this. I don't promote it, maybe on Facebook, but it's cathartic. If anything, I like doing it, I do this because I want to, I don't get paid to do it,...yet!
Shift from sleep deprived pissed off to something I had a chance to do for somebody that I will never be able to do until the day I die,... I can only hope.
I met this guy at KOTS about a month a go.
He kind of looks like a gold miner with a bandana without the hat or gold.
He calls himself, Murphy, and has a personality between Yosemite Sam and Foghorn Leghorn and walks like he needs a cane. He claims, "he from a country called, Texas" his words not mine. And always asks the question in a fast, slurred tempo depending on how much Vodka he's had to drink, "whatchu gonna be when you grow up, boy?" and "Is you a vet?" He served in Vietnam. Anyway, how or who. He found out his son, who he hasn't seen since his son was about 3 years old, was on Facebook. The guy who told Murphy didn't stay long at KOTS, so I told Murphy I would try and contact his son through Facebook just give me your son's name, so he did and the hunt was on. I found his son and tried to become friends with him so I could give him the message that his father was looking for him.
His son confirmed me as a friend an sent a message to me asking, "Who are you and how do you know me?"
I replied, "Well, I stay at a homeless shelter in Florida and I met your father there and he found out you were on Facebook and since he doesn't know how to use the computer too good, he told me your name and he asked me to send you a message to see if he could get in contact with you. I'm just trying to help."
I got no reply from Murphy's son
Shift from sleep deprived pissed off to something I had a chance to do for somebody that I will never be able to do until the day I die,... I can only hope.
I met this guy at KOTS about a month a go.
He kind of looks like a gold miner with a bandana without the hat or gold.
He calls himself, Murphy, and has a personality between Yosemite Sam and Foghorn Leghorn and walks like he needs a cane. He claims, "he from a country called, Texas" his words not mine. And always asks the question in a fast, slurred tempo depending on how much Vodka he's had to drink, "whatchu gonna be when you grow up, boy?" and "Is you a vet?" He served in Vietnam. Anyway, how or who. He found out his son, who he hasn't seen since his son was about 3 years old, was on Facebook. The guy who told Murphy didn't stay long at KOTS, so I told Murphy I would try and contact his son through Facebook just give me your son's name, so he did and the hunt was on. I found his son and tried to become friends with him so I could give him the message that his father was looking for him.
His son confirmed me as a friend an sent a message to me asking, "Who are you and how do you know me?"
I replied, "Well, I stay at a homeless shelter in Florida and I met your father there and he found out you were on Facebook and since he doesn't know how to use the computer too good, he told me your name and he asked me to send you a message to see if he could get in contact with you. I'm just trying to help."
I got no reply from Murphy's son
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Perpetual Problem and a Scary Thought
I woke up in the hospital this morning. I have no idea or recollection of how I got there. I know of and remember drinking beer and vodka yesterday. I can drink beer all day and kind of remember most things. But when I hit the vodka, I seem to "blackout" and can't remember a damn thing. I found my buddy Bobby this morning and he filled me in on the rumors he heard. Then I went to get the bag lunch at the MCC church and one of my fellow homeless acquaintances told me he saw me floating in the water on the side of the seawall on US 1 across from Sears in Key West. He said he stopped to make sure I was breathing, found out I was and moved on. I talked to another homeless cohort and he saw Key West police surrounding me and then the ambulance took me away. The last thing I remember is listening to music in front of Publix and then waking up on a gurney at the Lower Keys Medical Center and a security guard telling me that the sun was coming up and I had to go. I was sick, puking up yellow bile. I had not eaten anything. I got some water from the water fountain and 10 minutes later, I threw that up. I feel like a mack truck ran over me and to add insult to injury, I don't have my bicycle anymore. But a look at the bright side, I thank GOD I still have my laptop. I did get a free ride on the bus, the driver was on a break and the bus door was open and I just walked on. I grabbed the garbage can that was on the bus so I could puke in it, which I eventually did, then we were off to the Senior Center where I get internet access and am typing this blog entry. I am never drinking Vodka again. I can drink beer until the cows come home and not "blackout". So I'm gonna stick with beer and to hell with the vodka. It's a scary thought to think that I can't remember what happened to me. I don't remember anything about the cops showing up or the ambulance or even floating in the water. I have learned my lesson and I count my blessings that I am not in jail or even worse yet, dead. Thank you to the KWPD and the EMTs for helping me out of a bad situation. I should of learned my lesson with drinking Vodka about a month ago when I was in front of Winn-Dixie in Big Pine Key and drinking Vodka straight and had not eaten anything and I "blacked out" again. The ambulance picked me up and transported me to Fisherman's Hospital in Marathon giving me an IV and something to eat. The nurse told me my blood sugar level was down to .24 and that if it reaches 0 then you are dead. That enticing Vodka creeps up on me every time. I need to stick with beer. I am sure some believe I should quit drinking all together but I know that won't happening especially with my current situation of being homeless. I have to have some kind of escape to the reality of my situation....This concludes my recollection of a blackout that I can't remember and a promise to myself that I will not drink Vodka ever again...until next time... My blog will be "featured" on the website localpigeon.com on August 9th, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Rough Rendition of a Daily Routine
For those of you who don't know, I am currently homeless, staying at a shelter in Key West, Florida. It's called K.O.T.S. here's their website www.fkoc.org/emergency_shelter.html I figured I would give a run down on my current daily routine as a homeless person. So those of whom, who wish to want to know, can get a slight glimpse of a unemployed homeless person's journey living in a so called "Paradise". Close enough I guess, and I know it's better than living on the streets of New York City in the winter time. Don't get me wrong, I love New York City but it's much better with a roof over your head.
Well, first, starting from KOTS, you get a wake up call at 6:30 am. You walk out to the "common" area, drop off your pink hand towel and sheet that you were issued the night before, announcing to the monitor the "bunk" you were in ie. B-11 (I seem to be getting that particular "bunk" lately). I put bunks in quotations because they're not really bunk beds, it's a flat row of 14 green mats each side of the tents, which really aren't tents, they are more like half domed army barracks...ANYWAY... Find a white plastic chair to sit down in, get some water, go to the bathroom and smoke a cigarette if I have one. Wait until 7:30am, when they kick everybody out. Get on my bike and ride to the Senior Center where I can get Internet access with my net book. My buddy/running partner, Bobby is 60 and he can get into the senior center, I am not quite old enough. I guess age does have it's benefits. I sit outside while he goes in and gets free coffee, goes on the computer, watches Let's Make A Deal and the Price Is Right and gets lunch at 12 noon.
Now, there's going to be different variations on a typical day, for instance.
Monday thru Wednesday. Bobby and I walk over to the MCC church at precisely 9:40am. It's the only time I ever see Bobby ready and on time, like clockwork. He loves his bag lunch!! We get a bag lunch which you get to pick between a PB&J sandwich or something else like chicken or tuna salad sandwich. They usually also have cookies or crackers and always a can of corn. We both get a can of corn in which I open with a P-38 (can opener) and feed about 20 chickens that roam the area of the senior center. And yes, I am "friends" with the Key West Chickens on Facebook. After the chicken feed, I proceed to continue with my Internet stuff outside while Bobby goes in to watch his game shows. I am trying to find different ways to make money online through affiliate marketing. I currently have over 40 Twitter accounts that have a combined following of over 50,000 followers. It has not been very lucrative yet and I can't quit the job I don't have yet, but I am researching the possibilities. I am banking on the affiliate website Clickbank. I have made a total of 62.14 on clickbank..so far since 2010.
At about 3:30pm, Bobby comes out of his hibernation and then we're off to the soup kitchen for dinner, which is served everyday at 4pm by St. Mary's church on Flagler Avenue. About a 15 minute bike ride. St. Mary's soup kitchen serves an average of 75 people per day. After we eat, we can "hang" out until 5:30pm then we have to move on. We start making our way back to KOTS slowly (another 15 minute bike ride) as they don't open until 6:30pm and nobody can line up before then. The time spent in between depends on how much money we have or can possibly get for beer and cigarettes. We usually somehow get a 4 pack of Natty Ice (Natural Ice), the official beer of the homeless at least in Key West. Then we usually sit on the seawall in the shade along US 1 and drink our 2 beers a piece, which of course, is never enough, in hopes that the cops don't roll up on us. We are somewhat responsible drinkers in that we pour our beers in non see through cups or bottles. My empty bottle of choice is the brown 42 oz Arizona Green Tea bottle and Bobby uses his plastic Circle K cup and he ALWAYS has to have ice in his cup because he is high maintenance. So we have to stop at a local bar or a hotel to get ice. Taking away from my beer-thirty time.
We got lucky one evening sitting on the seawall when this car stops in front of us in the middle of US 1. (Luckily it's a 4 lane road and nobody was behind them) Two people get out and hand us 2 grocery bags of stuff. It was a 12 pack of Coors Lite bottles, 2 half drunk bottles of wine, a half bottle of Skyy vodka and 3 round aluminum to go containers containing pasta with chicken. We were thrilled and thankful! We had a great time! Disregarding the 10pm curfew KOTS has. If you don't get to KOTS by 10pm, you can't get in. So we slept in the mangroves on the other side of the seawall. The cops didn't show up until the alcohol was all gone and it was about 9 o'clock in the morning. I prompted the meeting by trying not to litter and throw away my EMPTY beer can in the trash can. As I looked over to my left, there was a cop watching me throw away the beer can. Caught red handed, I tried to explain it was empty. She pulled her car off of US 1, up along the sidewalk/bike path seawall and walked back to where Bobby was still sleeping next to the seawall. I told him to get up, the cops were coming. She checked our ID's and I had explained that a couple of tourists had dropped off some food for us that they couldn't take on the plane and the police officer said that we couldn't have a picnic on the side of the road and that we had to take it someplace else. All in all, she was a cool cop, I must admit. I understand they have a job to do. Bobby and I know to be polite and not to be an asshole. We both concur that's how most of these idiots wind up in jail, by being an asshole and I just sing the song, I Fought The Law and The Law Won, you can't win. Another close call but I can honestly still say, I have never been to jail. I hope I just didn't jinx it.
Before I leave, I want to thank St.Mary's Soup Kitchen,for feeding me everyday, K.O.T.S, for putting me up and putting up with me, the Senior Center for providing me with internet access (faster speeds there than the library), shade from the sun (the average temp lately has been in the 90's) and not calling the cops on me for loitering and/or trespassing.AND last but most certainly not the least,a thank you to the fine men and women who, work in paradise at the Key West police department, for not throwing me in jail.....
P.S. If you want to know what a Key West rooster sounds like,(It's actually a Big Pine Key rooster..don't tell anybody) check out my YouTube channel, FloridaKeysNature. My latest video called, "The Rooster Goes...." http://youtu.be/E7FZy73OmcM
Until the next adventure kids....Drink a beer, Be polite and Stay out of jail.
This has been a Public Service Message brought to you by the homeless Poetic Drummer.
Well, first, starting from KOTS, you get a wake up call at 6:30 am. You walk out to the "common" area, drop off your pink hand towel and sheet that you were issued the night before, announcing to the monitor the "bunk" you were in ie. B-11 (I seem to be getting that particular "bunk" lately). I put bunks in quotations because they're not really bunk beds, it's a flat row of 14 green mats each side of the tents, which really aren't tents, they are more like half domed army barracks...ANYWAY... Find a white plastic chair to sit down in, get some water, go to the bathroom and smoke a cigarette if I have one. Wait until 7:30am, when they kick everybody out. Get on my bike and ride to the Senior Center where I can get Internet access with my net book. My buddy/running partner, Bobby is 60 and he can get into the senior center, I am not quite old enough. I guess age does have it's benefits. I sit outside while he goes in and gets free coffee, goes on the computer, watches Let's Make A Deal and the Price Is Right and gets lunch at 12 noon.
Now, there's going to be different variations on a typical day, for instance.
Monday thru Wednesday. Bobby and I walk over to the MCC church at precisely 9:40am. It's the only time I ever see Bobby ready and on time, like clockwork. He loves his bag lunch!! We get a bag lunch which you get to pick between a PB&J sandwich or something else like chicken or tuna salad sandwich. They usually also have cookies or crackers and always a can of corn. We both get a can of corn in which I open with a P-38 (can opener) and feed about 20 chickens that roam the area of the senior center. And yes, I am "friends" with the Key West Chickens on Facebook. After the chicken feed, I proceed to continue with my Internet stuff outside while Bobby goes in to watch his game shows. I am trying to find different ways to make money online through affiliate marketing. I currently have over 40 Twitter accounts that have a combined following of over 50,000 followers. It has not been very lucrative yet and I can't quit the job I don't have yet, but I am researching the possibilities. I am banking on the affiliate website Clickbank. I have made a total of 62.14 on clickbank..so far since 2010.
At about 3:30pm, Bobby comes out of his hibernation and then we're off to the soup kitchen for dinner, which is served everyday at 4pm by St. Mary's church on Flagler Avenue. About a 15 minute bike ride. St. Mary's soup kitchen serves an average of 75 people per day. After we eat, we can "hang" out until 5:30pm then we have to move on. We start making our way back to KOTS slowly (another 15 minute bike ride) as they don't open until 6:30pm and nobody can line up before then. The time spent in between depends on how much money we have or can possibly get for beer and cigarettes. We usually somehow get a 4 pack of Natty Ice (Natural Ice), the official beer of the homeless at least in Key West. Then we usually sit on the seawall in the shade along US 1 and drink our 2 beers a piece, which of course, is never enough, in hopes that the cops don't roll up on us. We are somewhat responsible drinkers in that we pour our beers in non see through cups or bottles. My empty bottle of choice is the brown 42 oz Arizona Green Tea bottle and Bobby uses his plastic Circle K cup and he ALWAYS has to have ice in his cup because he is high maintenance. So we have to stop at a local bar or a hotel to get ice. Taking away from my beer-thirty time.
We got lucky one evening sitting on the seawall when this car stops in front of us in the middle of US 1. (Luckily it's a 4 lane road and nobody was behind them) Two people get out and hand us 2 grocery bags of stuff. It was a 12 pack of Coors Lite bottles, 2 half drunk bottles of wine, a half bottle of Skyy vodka and 3 round aluminum to go containers containing pasta with chicken. We were thrilled and thankful! We had a great time! Disregarding the 10pm curfew KOTS has. If you don't get to KOTS by 10pm, you can't get in. So we slept in the mangroves on the other side of the seawall. The cops didn't show up until the alcohol was all gone and it was about 9 o'clock in the morning. I prompted the meeting by trying not to litter and throw away my EMPTY beer can in the trash can. As I looked over to my left, there was a cop watching me throw away the beer can. Caught red handed, I tried to explain it was empty. She pulled her car off of US 1, up along the sidewalk/bike path seawall and walked back to where Bobby was still sleeping next to the seawall. I told him to get up, the cops were coming. She checked our ID's and I had explained that a couple of tourists had dropped off some food for us that they couldn't take on the plane and the police officer said that we couldn't have a picnic on the side of the road and that we had to take it someplace else. All in all, she was a cool cop, I must admit. I understand they have a job to do. Bobby and I know to be polite and not to be an asshole. We both concur that's how most of these idiots wind up in jail, by being an asshole and I just sing the song, I Fought The Law and The Law Won, you can't win. Another close call but I can honestly still say, I have never been to jail. I hope I just didn't jinx it.
Before I leave, I want to thank St.Mary's Soup Kitchen,for feeding me everyday, K.O.T.S, for putting me up and putting up with me, the Senior Center for providing me with internet access (faster speeds there than the library), shade from the sun (the average temp lately has been in the 90's) and not calling the cops on me for loitering and/or trespassing.AND last but most certainly not the least,a thank you to the fine men and women who, work in paradise at the Key West police department, for not throwing me in jail.....
P.S. If you want to know what a Key West rooster sounds like,(It's actually a Big Pine Key rooster..don't tell anybody) check out my YouTube channel, FloridaKeysNature. My latest video called, "The Rooster Goes...." http://youtu.be/E7FZy73OmcM
Until the next adventure kids....Drink a beer, Be polite and Stay out of jail.
This has been a Public Service Message brought to you by the homeless Poetic Drummer.
Friday, July 8, 2011
No Arrest....Yet in Key West
In Key West, if you're homeless, every place you go is trespassing. I bought food from the local Albertson's grocery store from my own food stamp card, sat down at the store on the curb, to consume what I had just bought and a Key West Police officer came up about 10 minutes into the consumption. With my receipt in hand, the officer ordered my co homeless buddy and I to move on without question or she would put us in jail for trespassing. I have since gotten a trespass @ McDonald's AND Citco (gas station)) in one sitting because my buddy, Bobby, is good at panhandling. I can not panhandle to save my life. He is good and ALMOST a professional, getting us money for cigarettes and beer. So it's beneficial for me to stick around and see what he can get. For the record, I have NEVER been to jail. I would hate to go after all these years for trespassing and/or drinking in public, both of which are the most popular offenses of homeless people in Key West. For shits and giggles, here is the most popular website in Monroe County. http://www.keysso.net After you get there, click on Arrest/Mug Shots..Very entertaining, I guess because I probably know, know of, or have seen about a third of the people on there... FYI..Municipal Ordinance Violation means...Drinking in Public.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Currently in writing mode..Patience is a virtue and good things come to those who wait
I am currently writing and organizing my memoir in which I plan to publish into a book. A recollection of pass memories as I tried to become a rock n roll drummer. Starting with my discovery of the drums in the Florida Keys, moving to San Francisco then on to Hollywood in pursuit of my dream. Recounting my past of playing drums in various bands, becoming a road manager and touring with a band who was signed to Virgin records, moving to Hollywood, CA working at Tower records while living in my van for 3 years. I found it to be an interesting journey although the outcome was not what I was looking for. The band broke up, my employer went out of business and my "home" van was towed away, only to end up back where I started, homeless in my hometown with nothing but memories. I have accepted the fact that it is not the destination but the experience between point A to point B in which one can learn to become a wiser and maybe even a better person. I hope you enjoy my journey as much as I had fun enduring it. It is definitely a roller coaster ride with some parts not for the weak at heart. If anybody can suggest a publisher and/or agent, I would be open to hear any suggestions on the best route on publishing a book. ..Thank you. Kevin Dale Sanders
Monday, May 16, 2011
Poisin Jett Gunz | Sloppy Sessions | CD Baby
Poisin Jett Gunz | Sloppy Sessions | CD Baby
I played drums on this "demo" in 2001 recorded on a reel to reel in San Francisco. There's also a "live" recording floating around that I no longer have in my possession.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
In Memory of my friend, Claymation. A celebration of Life. O positive blood
Clay was a fellow homeless friend of mine that I met at KOTS, the Key West homeless shelter. I affectionately nicknamed him, Claymation. He was murdered on Christmas Day. I don't understand, as Clay was a sweet, gentle guy. He would give you the last sip of a drink and he volunteered at the local church. A stand up human being that wouldn't hurt a fly.
The news report of the incident:
One homeless man is dead and another is in jail for killing him. The motive: an dispute over a woman.
According to reports by deputies and detectives, 47 year old William Millstead killed 49 year old Clay Ratcliff Saturday by hitting him in the head with a hammer repeatedly. Millstead was angry because he found out Ratcliff and 26 year old Nina Pintowski were having sexual relations. Millstead said he thought he and Pintowski were in a relationship, and he was upset that his “best friend” Ratcliff had betrayed him.
The incident took place at 6:30 p.m. at a camp set up by the two men on a piece of property commonly called “Enchanted Isle”, just off Highway U.S. One near the entrance to Key Haven. When Deputies Martin Harbin and John Gabay arrived, Pintowski was in the median strip of the highway, flagging them down. After she told them what happened, Sheriff’s Sgt. Charlene Sprinkle-Huff called for assistance from Key West Police, who responded to the scene as well.
Paramedics arrived and declared Ratcliff dead at the scene. Ratcliff had multiple head wounds. Officers from KWPD located Millstead a short distance away and took him in to custody. He was charged with first degree murder and he was booked into jail. The hammer he allegedly used to kill Ratcliff was located in some bushes, where Millstead told detectives he’d thrown it.
This is a Claymation Collaboration, he loved the phase I came up with, Karamatic Justice.
STOLE MY BACKPACK
THAT'S A FACT JACK
EVERYTHING YOU DO
WILL COME BACK TO YOU
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
IF YOU GET
RUN OVER BY A TRUCK
LOOK OUT FOR
THAT TRUCK CHUCK
KARMATIC JUSTICE
SORRY ABOUT YOUR LUCK
Written by Clay Radcliff and Kevin Dale Sanders on August 22nd, 2010
I hope he is served well...Thank you for the Vodka when I had nothing.. Rest In Peace, my friend.
On a positive note, I found out that my blood type is: O positive. I was hoping for O because apparently it is in short supply and in need, so I feel blessed that I have something that I can give to help somebody and maybe save a life after a tragedy. GOD works in mysterious ways. Thank you Lord!
The news report of the incident:
One homeless man is dead and another is in jail for killing him. The motive: an dispute over a woman.
According to reports by deputies and detectives, 47 year old William Millstead killed 49 year old Clay Ratcliff Saturday by hitting him in the head with a hammer repeatedly. Millstead was angry because he found out Ratcliff and 26 year old Nina Pintowski were having sexual relations. Millstead said he thought he and Pintowski were in a relationship, and he was upset that his “best friend” Ratcliff had betrayed him.
The incident took place at 6:30 p.m. at a camp set up by the two men on a piece of property commonly called “Enchanted Isle”, just off Highway U.S. One near the entrance to Key Haven. When Deputies Martin Harbin and John Gabay arrived, Pintowski was in the median strip of the highway, flagging them down. After she told them what happened, Sheriff’s Sgt. Charlene Sprinkle-Huff called for assistance from Key West Police, who responded to the scene as well.
Paramedics arrived and declared Ratcliff dead at the scene. Ratcliff had multiple head wounds. Officers from KWPD located Millstead a short distance away and took him in to custody. He was charged with first degree murder and he was booked into jail. The hammer he allegedly used to kill Ratcliff was located in some bushes, where Millstead told detectives he’d thrown it.
This is a Claymation Collaboration, he loved the phase I came up with, Karamatic Justice.
STOLE MY BACKPACK
THAT'S A FACT JACK
EVERYTHING YOU DO
WILL COME BACK TO YOU
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
IF YOU GET
RUN OVER BY A TRUCK
LOOK OUT FOR
THAT TRUCK CHUCK
KARMATIC JUSTICE
SORRY ABOUT YOUR LUCK
Written by Clay Radcliff and Kevin Dale Sanders on August 22nd, 2010
I hope he is served well...Thank you for the Vodka when I had nothing.. Rest In Peace, my friend.
On a positive note, I found out that my blood type is: O positive. I was hoping for O because apparently it is in short supply and in need, so I feel blessed that I have something that I can give to help somebody and maybe save a life after a tragedy. GOD works in mysterious ways. Thank you Lord!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Almost Homeless and How to Give Blood When You Got Nothing Else
I am waiting for my 3 day eviction notice. I had a job that also paid for my rent. I have since lost my job and as a result of the agreement, my place to live as well. Luckily, Key West has a homeless shelter that I have been to before. The hardest part about staying there is dealing with the other unfortunates that apparently used to be somebody. Attitudes and assholes who take what is given to them for granted. I am waiting for my food stamps to kick in and am so ever grateful for the surrounding churches who have given me food to keep my stomach from growling so I can sleep at night. The hardest thing for me is my nicotine addiction and I like to have a beer, here, there and everywhere but they don't hand those luxuries out at the churches. Thank the lord, I still have my health and my music, without those 2 things, I REALLY have NOTHING!
I was at the library yesterday and saw a sign that needed blood donors. They don't pay you but you do get a T-shirt. I didn't need the T-shirt but I heard they have orange juice and cookies and figured at this current point in my life, I can't help myself right now, why not help somebody else. You can never have too much good karma.
NOW, this was a BIG step for me. Not to help others,I love helping my fellow human being in need. I actually get a great feeling that you can't get anywhere else by doing that, it's a beautiful thing.
No, my problem was, I am deathly afraid of needles. I remember as a kid, my mother was a registered nurse, I would play in the woods and come home with poison oak and my mother insisted on giving me a shot in the ass to clear it up, in which I would cry and raise a fuss but she would sit on the bathroom toilet seat and have me lie across her lap, pants down and ass up and stick that needle in my bum. She was very quick with the needle but it felt like somebody BIG kicked me in the ass as hard as they could.
So anyway, I gathered up my courage to walk up to the bus in the parking lot, filled out the paperwork and I was approved, good to go. I lie down on the gurney, I mean, the blood donor bed thing a ma jiggy thing. It was FREEZING on that bus, I was shaking and one of the blood suckers, huh, takers asked if I was cold or scared and I replied, a little of both. So they gave me a blanket and told me to think about fluffy puppies and bunny rabbits. No, they didn't say that, I just made that up but they did give me a blanket.
As the phlebotomist was pumping up my veins, he asked if I had anything to drink today. I said, no, I haven't had a drink in 3 days, thinking he was talking about alcohol but in fact, when he came back with some Gatorade, he thought I was dehydrated. He knew that just by looking at my veins. Wow. He also gave me a couple bags of chips before he stuck the needle in. I didn't think I looked that homeless.
He did a hell of a job, he got my vein first try, my mom always said I had great veins. I can remember going into surgery and nurses trying to get an IV started and it would take them 3 or 4 painful attempts, this guy was good.
I had heard horror stories about people passing out after giving blood and that added to my anxiety especially since I hadn't eaten much before getting on the blood mobile. But after 15 minutes I was done and felt fine standing up, getting a Coke, chocolate chip cookies and my free T-shirt. The blood taker operator told me to eat a big meal later that night and I had plans to go to this community church called Vineyard in Big Pine where they serve dinner before the service. So I put on my brand new cool shirt and headed over to the church. As I am walking in I hear, "Nice shirt!" and I turn around and it's the girl who signs you up to get your blood taken and said, "I give blood and now you're following me?"
So it was a good day, I hope for 2 things out of that experience, 1) I hope I am Type O blood which is apparently in short supply. 2) I hope my blood can save a life one day. That would be worth all the pain in society.
Thank you and good night, day, afternoon, whenever the hell you are reading this!
I'm tired of typing.......Until we meet again, Happy Trails..I NEED A BEER AND A CIGARETTE!!!
I was at the library yesterday and saw a sign that needed blood donors. They don't pay you but you do get a T-shirt. I didn't need the T-shirt but I heard they have orange juice and cookies and figured at this current point in my life, I can't help myself right now, why not help somebody else. You can never have too much good karma.
NOW, this was a BIG step for me. Not to help others,I love helping my fellow human being in need. I actually get a great feeling that you can't get anywhere else by doing that, it's a beautiful thing.
No, my problem was, I am deathly afraid of needles. I remember as a kid, my mother was a registered nurse, I would play in the woods and come home with poison oak and my mother insisted on giving me a shot in the ass to clear it up, in which I would cry and raise a fuss but she would sit on the bathroom toilet seat and have me lie across her lap, pants down and ass up and stick that needle in my bum. She was very quick with the needle but it felt like somebody BIG kicked me in the ass as hard as they could.
So anyway, I gathered up my courage to walk up to the bus in the parking lot, filled out the paperwork and I was approved, good to go. I lie down on the gurney, I mean, the blood donor bed thing a ma jiggy thing. It was FREEZING on that bus, I was shaking and one of the blood suckers, huh, takers asked if I was cold or scared and I replied, a little of both. So they gave me a blanket and told me to think about fluffy puppies and bunny rabbits. No, they didn't say that, I just made that up but they did give me a blanket.
As the phlebotomist was pumping up my veins, he asked if I had anything to drink today. I said, no, I haven't had a drink in 3 days, thinking he was talking about alcohol but in fact, when he came back with some Gatorade, he thought I was dehydrated. He knew that just by looking at my veins. Wow. He also gave me a couple bags of chips before he stuck the needle in. I didn't think I looked that homeless.
He did a hell of a job, he got my vein first try, my mom always said I had great veins. I can remember going into surgery and nurses trying to get an IV started and it would take them 3 or 4 painful attempts, this guy was good.
I had heard horror stories about people passing out after giving blood and that added to my anxiety especially since I hadn't eaten much before getting on the blood mobile. But after 15 minutes I was done and felt fine standing up, getting a Coke, chocolate chip cookies and my free T-shirt. The blood taker operator told me to eat a big meal later that night and I had plans to go to this community church called Vineyard in Big Pine where they serve dinner before the service. So I put on my brand new cool shirt and headed over to the church. As I am walking in I hear, "Nice shirt!" and I turn around and it's the girl who signs you up to get your blood taken and said, "I give blood and now you're following me?"
So it was a good day, I hope for 2 things out of that experience, 1) I hope I am Type O blood which is apparently in short supply. 2) I hope my blood can save a life one day. That would be worth all the pain in society.
Thank you and good night, day, afternoon, whenever the hell you are reading this!
I'm tired of typing.......Until we meet again, Happy Trails..I NEED A BEER AND A CIGARETTE!!!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Letter To Heaven
In regard to the impending Mother's Day coming up, it is a sad day for me, not to bring anybody down or feel sorry for myself, I was inspired to write a new poem called, "Letter To Heaven". In case you don't know, which I am sure you don't. My mother, Nancy Jane Jordan Sanders,a registered nurse, passed away when I was 15 years old from pancreatic cancer. Ironically, my brother is an oncologist. He is still alive and well, practicing in San Francisco. His policy is not to operate on family members. This poem was written on April 7th, 2011 in about 10 minutes.
"LETTER TO HEAVEN"
GOD WHY
DID YOU TAKE
MY ONLY MOTHER
AWAY
BEFORE LIFE
HAD BEGUN FOR ME
SHE DIDN'T GET
A CHANCE
TO SEE ME
GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL
OR EVEN DRIVE A CAR
HOW COULD YOU
TAKE THE ONLY ONE
I LOVE
I KNOW SHE IS
IN A BETTER PLACE
NOW
BUT MY TEARS
DON'T STOP FALLING DOWN
HOW COULD YOU TAKE
MY BEST PLACE
IN THE WORLD
I KNOW I GOT
BETTER THINGS TO DO
I WILL TRY
TO MAKE YOU PROUD
BUT IT'S HARD
WHEN
MY MOTHER IS NOT
AROUND
THIS IS A LOVE
LETTER
MAYBE EVEN A QUESTION?
TO A MOTHER
THAT SAID
SHE LOVED ME
MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF
THEN TAKEN AWAY TOO SOON
LEFT BY MYSELF
WE WILL BE TOGETHER
AGAIN
WHEN I AM DONE
WITH MY WORK
LEFT HERE ON EARTH
UNTIL THEN
LOVE YOU,
MOM
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
LOVE YOUR SON
"LETTER TO HEAVEN" (PART 2) ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS
STRONGER I MAY BE
STRENGTH IS NOT FOR FREE
IS THE PRICE OF PAIN
WORTH THE COST
FOR WHAT
I HAVE ALREADY LOST
GOD,PLEASE GIVE A KISS AND A HUG
TO THE ONES I LOVE
LET THEM KNOW
I WILL BE HOME SOON
MY WORK HERE ON EARTH
IS NOT YET DONE
I AM STILL TRYING
TO CHANGE THE WORLD
THIS IS A LETTER
TO LET YOU KNOW
I'M GOING TO BE
A LITTLE LATE TO HEAVEN
GOD I HOPE
I'M NOT IN TROUBLE
GIVE ME SOMETHING
TO CARRY ON
KEEP THE DREAM
ALIVE
GIVE ME POWER AND WISDOM
TO KNOW THE TRUTH FROM FICTION
THANK YOU
MY ONE AND ONLY LORD
PEACE ON EARTH
FOR ALL LIVING CREATURES
YOUR DIRECTION
WILL BE
THE PATH I BEAT
WITH ALL MY LOVE
YOUR SON
"LETTER TO HEAVEN"
GOD WHY
DID YOU TAKE
MY ONLY MOTHER
AWAY
BEFORE LIFE
HAD BEGUN FOR ME
SHE DIDN'T GET
A CHANCE
TO SEE ME
GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL
OR EVEN DRIVE A CAR
HOW COULD YOU
TAKE THE ONLY ONE
I LOVE
I KNOW SHE IS
IN A BETTER PLACE
NOW
BUT MY TEARS
DON'T STOP FALLING DOWN
HOW COULD YOU TAKE
MY BEST PLACE
IN THE WORLD
I KNOW I GOT
BETTER THINGS TO DO
I WILL TRY
TO MAKE YOU PROUD
BUT IT'S HARD
WHEN
MY MOTHER IS NOT
AROUND
THIS IS A LOVE
LETTER
MAYBE EVEN A QUESTION?
TO A MOTHER
THAT SAID
SHE LOVED ME
MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF
THEN TAKEN AWAY TOO SOON
LEFT BY MYSELF
WE WILL BE TOGETHER
AGAIN
WHEN I AM DONE
WITH MY WORK
LEFT HERE ON EARTH
UNTIL THEN
LOVE YOU,
MOM
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
LOVE YOUR SON
"LETTER TO HEAVEN" (PART 2) ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS
STRONGER I MAY BE
STRENGTH IS NOT FOR FREE
IS THE PRICE OF PAIN
WORTH THE COST
FOR WHAT
I HAVE ALREADY LOST
GOD,PLEASE GIVE A KISS AND A HUG
TO THE ONES I LOVE
LET THEM KNOW
I WILL BE HOME SOON
MY WORK HERE ON EARTH
IS NOT YET DONE
I AM STILL TRYING
TO CHANGE THE WORLD
THIS IS A LETTER
TO LET YOU KNOW
I'M GOING TO BE
A LITTLE LATE TO HEAVEN
GOD I HOPE
I'M NOT IN TROUBLE
GIVE ME SOMETHING
TO CARRY ON
KEEP THE DREAM
ALIVE
GIVE ME POWER AND WISDOM
TO KNOW THE TRUTH FROM FICTION
THANK YOU
MY ONE AND ONLY LORD
PEACE ON EARTH
FOR ALL LIVING CREATURES
YOUR DIRECTION
WILL BE
THE PATH I BEAT
WITH ALL MY LOVE
YOUR SON
Friday, April 1, 2011
How to get off early on Friday
Well, I have figured out a way to shut my boss up AND get off early on Friday. The secret is to... tell him what you don't like about him and his actions.
First off, my "boss", who owns the wastewater company I work at,is a lazy,pompous,unorganized,absent minded, thinks his shit doesn't stink, knows everything about anything, kind of a person. He wants a pat on the back for everything he has accomplished. In a nutshell, he basically wants to impress people.He can't handle criticism but he's the first to dish it out. He will explain how a diesel engine works 10 times over and over and over...Like I give a shit..I am not a diesel mechanic, I am a friggin crap water operator... He also knows EVERYBODY cause he's so friggin important..He's also a control freak who thinks he can call the kettle black because he owns the company....I'm a slob, he's a slob, but he can't admit that he's a slob but he can point out my cigarette ashes on the floor but yet his garage looks like friggin Sanford & Son. He has a whole bunch of worthless shit piled up everywhere..(I just shot video of it, I will not be posting it on the my channel)...I can't stand people who think they're funny and they're not, there is nothing more annoying except maybe somebody who goes out of their way to impress everybody. Lucky me, I get the best of both worlds with this a-hole.... Life is easy, people make it difficult. It's hard to explain, but while I am sober, I will try.......
I don't think it's worth it.. I'm going to listen to some music..and flick cigarette ashes on the floor....
This concludes my early Friday therapy session, thanks for reading,listening and watching.... Thanks Jeff and Terra for helping me out when I needed you, unfortunately for me, it didn't work out, I really do wish you the best. And I am not blowing smoke.
First off, my "boss", who owns the wastewater company I work at,is a lazy,pompous,unorganized,absent minded, thinks his shit doesn't stink, knows everything about anything, kind of a person. He wants a pat on the back for everything he has accomplished. In a nutshell, he basically wants to impress people.He can't handle criticism but he's the first to dish it out. He will explain how a diesel engine works 10 times over and over and over...Like I give a shit..I am not a diesel mechanic, I am a friggin crap water operator... He also knows EVERYBODY cause he's so friggin important..He's also a control freak who thinks he can call the kettle black because he owns the company....I'm a slob, he's a slob, but he can't admit that he's a slob but he can point out my cigarette ashes on the floor but yet his garage looks like friggin Sanford & Son. He has a whole bunch of worthless shit piled up everywhere..(I just shot video of it, I will not be posting it on the my channel)...I can't stand people who think they're funny and they're not, there is nothing more annoying except maybe somebody who goes out of their way to impress everybody. Lucky me, I get the best of both worlds with this a-hole.... Life is easy, people make it difficult. It's hard to explain, but while I am sober, I will try.......
I don't think it's worth it.. I'm going to listen to some music..and flick cigarette ashes on the floor....
This concludes my early Friday therapy session, thanks for reading,listening and watching.... Thanks Jeff and Terra for helping me out when I needed you, unfortunately for me, it didn't work out, I really do wish you the best. And I am not blowing smoke.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Rant, Random Thoughts and Latest Happenings
It's ALMOST Friday, but we're not playing horse shoes or hand grenades, so I guess I'll have to wait. I am currently going crazy, not that I haven't been there before but, I am thankful for my job BUT my "boss" is insane, trying to impress me with his latest ideas that he will never follow through and implement. I am surprise the company is still in business! He repeats, repeats every other sentence. Saying um...um..um.....um and "like I said". I just hope it's not contagious as I find myself saying um..I am trapped in a car with him while driving from Big Pine to Key Largo, back down to Key West...I cannot escape. It's an easy and "shitty" job (wastewater sewer) but he makes it difficult..O>K> my therapy session is over..Enough about him, what about me??..well..I just finished posting my latest video, "Key Deer Kiss" on my YouTube channel, FloridaKeysNature (It took me friggin 3, yes 3 hours to upload a 2 minute and 40 second video) I need a faster computer, connection..something. I love my new camera but my computer sucks ass. I don't like to make excuses but as a disclaimer I would like to point out that, as far as my videos I post are concerned, I am not trying to make some epic, monumental masterpiece, I am just showing people a little taste of the Florida Keys and it taste good!!! I am proud to say, I was fortunate enough to grow up in Marathon (well, some say I have never grown up) but I love the Keys and the beautiful people and scenery I luckily, get to see everyday. I drive US 1 Monday through Friday, from Key Largo to Key West...How blessed him I ?! ..Now if I can only shut my boss up, I might be able to enjoy it to it's fullest extent...Damn, I use a lot of commas,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,:)
Until I am next to a internet connection, blog to ya later
Until I am next to a internet connection, blog to ya later
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Happy St. Patty's Day !!
Well, a lot has changed since I last posted on my blog. I'll try and keep it short and sweet. I have a job working at wastewater company in Big Pine Key, Florida. I am a trainee. I am planning on getting my wastewater operator license in about 6 months. It's a catch 22, in that, you have to have one year of experience working in the field in order to obtain your license. It's kinda like on the job training, you just have to find or in my case, know somebody who is willing to train you in order to get the experience. Well, I had a friend of a friend who started a wastewater business and he took me on. I drive from Key West to Key Largo, Monday through Friday. The rent for my trailer in Big Pine is paid for, so I am no longer staying at KOTS, the homeless shelter in Key West. Thank you KOTS for being there when I needed you!!
O.K., so now I am making money again. So I got my laptop out of the pawn shop and I just bought a hand held camcorder. I have about 10 YouTube Channels and plan on posting a bunch of sh*t on YouTube. Mainly stuff that happens in the Florida Keys because, huh, I live there. Anyway, hear are some of my channels:
FloridaKeysNature - I am getting ready to post my debut video just 1 day of having the camera. The video is called "When Lizards Attack" it stars, Larry "The Lizard" and Jeff Sharp, my boss. It will get better I promise. It's only a minute and a half. But it is a start!
My other channels are:
FloridaKeysEvents - Filming whatever local events I can get to on a bus.
VisionHQ
HomelessVision - Talk to my peeps in the streets, I just didn't go there, did I ?
PointOfViewInterview - I ask you questions, you give me answers. I'm NOT reinventing the wheel.
KevinSandersShow - Of course, who else!?
EnvisionHiDefinition - My camera shoots in Hi Definition, although I don't think YouTube accepts HD video or it takes a week to upload, I don't know.
PoetryHD - I plan on turning the camera on while I compose a poem on the spot, without edits. I am cutting edge, dude!
MusicOnLocation - I will try and shoot live bands and post them
And there will be more to follow, I want to have diverse visions.
So anyway, I thought I was going to keep it short, I lied, shoot me.
Please subscribe on any or all of my channels, I will try to post often and interesting stuff. We'll have to wait and SEE !!
Until we meet again, Happy Trails and St. Patty's Day !
O.K., so now I am making money again. So I got my laptop out of the pawn shop and I just bought a hand held camcorder. I have about 10 YouTube Channels and plan on posting a bunch of sh*t on YouTube. Mainly stuff that happens in the Florida Keys because, huh, I live there. Anyway, hear are some of my channels:
FloridaKeysNature - I am getting ready to post my debut video just 1 day of having the camera. The video is called "When Lizards Attack" it stars, Larry "The Lizard" and Jeff Sharp, my boss. It will get better I promise. It's only a minute and a half. But it is a start!
My other channels are:
FloridaKeysEvents - Filming whatever local events I can get to on a bus.
VisionHQ
HomelessVision - Talk to my peeps in the streets, I just didn't go there, did I ?
PointOfViewInterview - I ask you questions, you give me answers. I'm NOT reinventing the wheel.
KevinSandersShow - Of course, who else!?
EnvisionHiDefinition - My camera shoots in Hi Definition, although I don't think YouTube accepts HD video or it takes a week to upload, I don't know.
PoetryHD - I plan on turning the camera on while I compose a poem on the spot, without edits. I am cutting edge, dude!
MusicOnLocation - I will try and shoot live bands and post them
And there will be more to follow, I want to have diverse visions.
So anyway, I thought I was going to keep it short, I lied, shoot me.
Please subscribe on any or all of my channels, I will try to post often and interesting stuff. We'll have to wait and SEE !!
Until we meet again, Happy Trails and St. Patty's Day !
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