DETOX and the Wagon

Hello,


I am clear headed and ready to get shit done now. I just got out of detox up in Marathon. I spent 6 days at the Guidance Clinic, while there, I also took a ride to Fisherman's Hospital in the ambulance. I came down with a fever, had low blood pressure and a rapid pulse rate. When I got to the hospital they found out I had a slight case of bronchitis. So through an IV, they gave me antibiotics. I was in the emergency room for about 8 hours then the nurse woke me up and told me my ride back to the detox clinic was there.

When I first went to the guidance clinic detox, I admitted myself because I was tired of drinking. I wasn't having any fun anymore. I was in Marathon and I would get a 4 pack, drink 2 beers, fall asleep, wake up, drink the other 2 beers, go to the store, get another 4 pack and repeat the boring cycle. My unemployment has run out so now I really have to look for a job. So I decided to clean myself up and start looking and get a friggin cell phone which I have been telling myself I was going to get but never did because I was too busy, fucked up, drinking and procrastinated and never got around to it. So I have put myself on the wagon to get my life back in order and to get a fucking JOB!!! Great thing is, is that I don't have a craving for alcohol, in fact, the thought of drinking a beer or Vodka makes me sick to my stomach. So it's easy to be on the wagon, for now. Who knows what the future holds?



I am back in Key West staying at KOTS which has thinned out because of people getting kicked out for doing stupid shit or getting busted and thrown in jail by the cops which is another reason why I quit drinking. I got tired of worrying and constantly looking over my shoulder for cops to escape from either being busted for open container, trespassing and/or sleeping where I shouldn't be sleeping. So that is a big relief in itself. Apparently they are more lenient on open container in Marathon but I did have a deputy there tell me I couldn't sleep in the park. Which I thought was odd.



So now I'm on the job hunt, ..seriously! After I get a job, I need to get the fuck out of KOTS and get a cheap, little efficiency. They have OSHA training coming up for construction in Key West so I should be able to make that training this weekend and be certified, at least, for a future job on road construction. I'm hopeful and grateful that I have a clear mind and that I am ready to improve my life. Cause this same old shit, is getting OLD!!! Hooray for AA !!!! We'll take it one day at a time and see what happens as the future unfolds. I'm also back to writing my book of memories so I am moving forward and I will not celebrate until I finish my goals. Get a job, get an apartment and finish writing my book!!! THEN I MIGHT, have a beer, maybe not, I don't know what the future holds. Right now I feel pretty good, better than when I was drinking, that's for sure. I used to wake up at the bus stop or park bench and the first thing that came to mind was to get a beer so I could feel alright and just end up drinking all day getting nothing done. What a pathetic existence. That's not living. Now I feel I have another running start and chance. Thank you to the Guidance clinic, they do good work there. I highly recommend them if you want to quit drinking and they even have smoke breaks!!! So you don't have to quit smoking. One habit at a time!!! Bye for now. Stay safe and remember to always have fun because you only live once. There are no second chances after death!!

A FEW WORDS I HAD IN MY HEAD BEFORE I GO...........

I'M SORRY

I MEANT TO CALL

BUT I FELL ASLEEP

ON A TELEPHONE POLE

ONE TWO

MANY BEERS

THREE FOUR

WHERE'S THE DOOR

FIVE SIX

I LOST MY STICKS

SEVEN EIGHT

I MIGHT BE LATE

NINE TEN

WHERE DO I BEGIN

KNOCK KNOCK

ARE YOU HOME

I LOST THE ONE

I USED TO CALL

MY OWN

I TOOK

THE FALL

IN A SEA

OF ALCOHOL

I would like to thank Natural Ice, Keystone Ice and any cheap ass Vodka for helping me ruin my life. No, it is not your fault. You didn't jump out of the store and pour yourself down my throat. I found you and paid good money, usually my last dime to capture and hide you. You and I did a pretty good job but I'm sorry, you're fired, I don't need you anymore. It's time for you and me to part ways and move on!! *sniff* *sniff*  Breaking up is soooo hard to do. To da loo......don't worry some other sucker will pick you up, I guarantee it!!

Miami Beach Poems- Incomplete

7-2-12




TAKE IT AWAY

GIVE IT AWAY

BEFORE THEY STEAL IT AWAY

AS FAR AS I CAN GO



NO PLACE LEFT

THEY TRY TO TAKE

ME TO A NEW LOW PLACE



I'VE NEVER BEEN BEFORE



GIVE ME STRENGTH

GIVE ME WISDOM

TAKE THE WORDS

I SPEAK



JUST A LOSER

YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME

YOU STAND ON

YOUR OWN TWO FEET

BETTER THAN ME

YOU HAVE A ROOM TO SLEEP

EAT A LOBSTER AND STEAK

BETTER THAN ME

TO YOUR EVERY COMMAND

HOW COULD I EVER THINK



DON'T SLEEP ON THE BEACH

AWAKE FROM A DREAM

YOU THOUGHT WOULD COME TRUE

ANOTHER LOST THOUGHT

WITHOUT A CLUE



BETWEEN THE BLADES OF GRASS

THAT WAIT



I THOUGHT YOU WERE MORE

THAN I BELIEVED

I KNOW ENOUGH TO SAVE THE WORLD



7-3-12



DO I BASE MY SUCCESS

ON WHAT THEY HAVE ALREADY SAID

MEASUREMENT TAPE

TO GAUGE

WHAT SOCIETY TOLD ME

WHERE I SHOULD BE



I HAVE TO DIE TO ESCAPE

JUDGEMENT DAY



WE ALL END UP

IN THE FINAL RESTING PLACE



7-3-12



FEELING LOW

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO



DON'T FEEL PITY FOR MY THOUGHTS



DON'T HAVE A PENNY

FOR THE COST



THE LEAVES BLOW DOWN THE ROAD

JUST LIKE ME

WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD



MY MUSIC STAYS ALIVE

GIVES ME ANOTHER CHANCE

TO SURVIVE



IT MUST BECOME DARK

TO BE THANKFUL

FOR THE LIGHT



BEFORE I FORGET, MY NOTEBOOK WAS STOLEN, THIS IS WHAT I WROTE THAT I CAN REMEMBER......



TYPICAL NIGGA

LOVES WATERMELON AND CHICKEN

LIKE A MEXICAN

LIKES RICE AND BEANS

LIKE CHINESE

LIKE

CHICKEN CHOW MIEN



UNDER GOD'S WING



BIGGA FIGGA NIGGA

I CAN'T REMEMBER



MY EYES BLIND

FROM THE TEARS

I CRY

I TRY

TO BLOCK OUT THE TEARS



THE PAIN TO ESCAPE

THE RAIN

AFRAID TO DIE



HEAVEN IS A PLACE

I CAN'T WAIT TO SLEEP

WAKE UP TO A FAMILY

I HAVEN'T SEEN

Marchman Act/ Nude Beach/ Arrested in Miami

It's been a wild and interesting week, to say the least. I fell asleep on the seawall/bike path in Key West. I awoke to 2 Key West police officers. They asked me if I wanted to go to jail or get Marchman Acted and I replied, "I'll take Marchman for two hundred Alex". So I got to the lovely Monroe County jail, conveniently located next to KOTS, BTW, and once inside the facility, the cop on watch asked me if I wanted help and I said , "Yeah, I want help" About an hour later, they told me it's time to go, I got into a car with 2 people with cages on the window and a pillow in the back seat. I fell asleep not knowing exactly where I was going. I woke up at the Guidance Clinic in Marathon, a place I have been to once before. They checked me in and I stayed there for 3 days. I was willing to quit drinking. I was looking for long term rehab, hoping they could find me a place to go. There were already 2 people in there waiting for a space for long term rehab. One was there for 3 weeks. So I figured I would inquire about long term rehab after the detox like they were waiting for. But the counselor basically wanted to send me back to KOTS which I didn't understand. That wasn't going to change my ways and I thought (wrong) since the other 2 people were waiting for rehab beds, I could too. There were plenty of beds and space available at the Guidance Clinic. But they just sent me on my merry way. I knew if I left the detox without going directly to a rehab facility that I would go to the first store I see and buy beer. Period. And that's exactly what I did. I decided to make my way back up to Miami Beach.




I heard there was a clothing optional place at Haulover Beach, north of south beach, I took the bus to check it out. I was scared to take my shorts off at first then after a few liquid courage beers, I actually got naked. Which was a freeing experience and apparently legal. The crowd was 97% guys which was not comforting. I continue not to be gay, which there is nothing wrong about being gay, hell my brother is, but I just don't roll that way. But I have to tell you it was a swinging dick, sausage fest. I managed to find a couple of hot chicks to sit around. I rather have chicks look at me than guys. I guess it's just my straight side. These girls, I would guess, were strippers. They were hot and naked. One had both her nipples pierce and the other one had tattoos and both smoking bodies.



After that, I usually sleep in the park between Ocean Drive and the beach, some call it Lummus Park and I never had a problem with cops there. They would come by about 6 AM on their ATV's and just tell me to get up. But on this particular night, I had a cop shine his flashlight in my eyes. I ignored it and acted like nothing was wrong. I've had it done before with no problem. But they walked up to me and asked me for my ID. I gave it to the cop. I had been drinking Keystone Ice that I put into a bottle which was a fruit/vegetable 46 oz bottle that had a label which covers up any color of liquid that it contains. The cop told me to put my hands on the palm tree and I heard them rustling around inside my bag. I knew I was busted. After 10 mins, the cop put the handcuffs on behind my back. I was thrown into Miami Beach jail. Holding cell freezing cold. Then I was transported to downtown Miami via a claustepohbic van from Miami Beach with 5 people next to me. That was the worst part of the whole escapade. A picnic bench with enough room to put your feet and that was it. The Cuban guy next to me started to freak out and I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. We finally got to the hell hole after a long booking process they put us in a holding  hot as hell cell sweating with 40 other motherfuckers that had 2 mice and a few cockroaches. They would feed us some sweaty ass green baloney that I wouldn't eat so I fed it to the mice that came running out of the hole. One of the brothas' saw me do it and gave me shit. I laughed and he said why you still laughing? I put on my serious face. The guy before me was an old Jamaican black dude that could barely walk and they took his cane from him. He was in for panhandling and he had 700 dollars in 7 crisp one hundred bills in his property check in. Un fuckin believable. By the time court came, which since I was booked after midnight I had to wait another day to see the judge which meant more time in the holding hell hole with all these other mother fuckers. I finally got to the 2 floor and was fed a real meal which consisted of a chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes, still a far cry from sweaty green baloney and cheese. I went to sleep and woke up to court call. When I went to court, it was a very long, hurry up and wait process. When my name was finally called, I didn't even make it up to the podium and the judge said, "Kevin Sanders, drinking in public, case dismissed" After I FINALLY got my property ie. ATM card ID, it took 2 hours after being released out of jail. I took the bus back to my hometown of Marathon, where you can drink in public, back to square one.
The Miami Beach police told me not to come back for 2 weeks as they were doing a sweep on Miami Beach.











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Hard Time on the 4th of July

Hello,
I will try and keep this short and sweet. I don't get my unemployment check until probably after the 4th and I anm currently broke and the homeless help center here in Miami Beach has been nothing but helpless. There are no beds available in Miami right now, which I don't have a problem with. I have a blanket and the cops have been cool with me sleeping in the park thus far. But I currently have 1.08 in my checking account and I need some help. I am not good at and can't bring myself to ask people on the street for money. I guess it's shame or pride or both, I don't know. But I do have a Wells Fargo checking account (Acct # 6658497117 ) that people can put money into to help me out until I get paid. I can even pay you back. But right now I have limited access to the computer and no current phone so I figured without anything else left to lose I would ask (sheepishly) online to see if anyone could help with just a couple of bucks for food and other stuff like bus fare. Anyway, this is no B.S. and email me what you want in return and I will do what I can at the moment. Thank you in advance, God bless you and Happy 4th of July!!

Catch 22 / Happy Father's Day

I'm still in Miami Beach. I thought I would have to go back to Key West in order to get my I.D. But as a stroke of rare luck happened, I didn't have to. The homeless helping place, which is not much help FINALLY saw me in park where I sleep and verified that I was homeless. They told me that there were no beds currently available, how convenient, and I told them my number one main concern was getting my identification and they said they could help me with that and told me to report to their office 555 17th St. to do an evaluation and intake (paperwork). So I went into the office the next day thinking they would get me an I.D. either that day or maybe the next. I was excited because I had received my unemployment check direct deposited into my checking account, my problem was, the catch 22, is I had to have I.D. in order to get money from the bank as I didn't have my ATM card. After my evaluation questionnaire, I waited out in the waiting room anticipating on getting my I.D. and the lady comes out and hands me a card with an appointment date of June 28th, 2012 and this was June 8th. They expected me to wait 20 days in order to get my I.D.!! Christ, I would starve to death before that happened!! And of course, that was their final answer and there is nothing more they could do. So I took the card and left disappointed and began to see what kind of options I had in order to get my I.D. sooner or get money out of the bank so I could pay for my bus fare and I.D. myself. I had money, I just could get to it. I have an acquaintance from K.O.T.S. in Key West who is staying in Miami Beach, Lefty, the one arm bandit, I mentioned him previously. I was searching the Wells Fargo website to see about ways to get money without an I.D. or ATM card and I came across a way to transfer money into a Bank Of America account from my Wells Fargo account and wooten you know it, Lefty had a Bank Of America account. So I had to walk from 22 St to 9th street to see if Lefty would be willing to let me transfer money into his account via the computer and then he could take the money out with his ATM card and I would pay him 10 bucks just to do that and he agreed. I thought, all I need is his account number, he had no problem with that and so he stayed at his shelter place while I walked back to the library to do the transaction. Of course, it was not that easy, I was having trouble doing the transfer. The computer wanted Lefty's mobile phone number or email address in which I had neither, so I called the bank and they informed me that that was the only way you could do a transfer to a Bank of America account. So frustrated, I ran (walked real fast) back to Lefty's place to get his cell phone number. I had to make it back to the library before it closed at 6pm. Lefty finally comes down from his room and I asked him for his cell phone number and he told me he didn't have a cell phone. But he did have one about a week ago because he gave Billy his cell number, I was there. I guess he was lying for some reason because after the fact he had a cell phone in the park the day after this incident. I guess he didn't want to make 10 bucks, I don't know or the phone is hot or something, whatever, it worked out. I went into Wells Fargo the next morning and explained my situation about losing my I.D. and ATM card and asked the lady if there was a way to verify who I am and thankfully there was a way. They just had to ask me a few questions that I should know the answers to and I got them all RIGHT!! So the teller gave me my money from my bank account and I went to the DMV to see if I could get an I.D. without a birth certificate. I mean what the hell, I was on a roll, let's push the envelope. And guess what? I got an I.D. without a birth certificate or anything. I just had to pay 25.00 dollars for the I.D. replacement card and wait for about 3 hours. Now how did I do that, you ask? Things that make you go hmmmmmm....Well apparently the powers that be at the Florida DMV came up with the amazing idea of storing your driver's license with picture and all in the wonderful world of computer technology so that when one does lose his or her license or I.D. your information and identifying picture is stored on the computer for future reference therefore eliminating the need for a birth certificate. Slowly but surely I am regaining all that I have lost. I now have a photo I.D. which help me get my food stamp card from the post office and I got a temporary ATM card and my social security card is on the way. Next step is to get a phone then some shelter (the shelters have been full in the Miami area) then get a J.O.B. I must say the Miami Beach cops have been very cool about people sleeping in the park, they just drive by on their ATV's and tell you you have to get up which is about 6 AM. It doesn't look good for the tourist to see people sleeping for free in the park while they pay ridiculous amounts of money for a hotel room although they do get amenities we homeless do not receive which would be a shower, toilet, T.V., room service or a dry place to sleep if it rains. O.K. enough of that rant..... I've been doing some research at the Main Library because they have telephone directories dating back as far as the 50's in which I was able to find a listing from 1969 for a golf driving range that apparently my father owned called Fred Sanders Driving Range which is at 1750 N.W. 28th Street in Miami. I'm no Sherlock Holmes but I put a few things together to determine my findings to be true and correct, to the best of my knowledge, of course. For one, my father's name was William Fred Sanders ( I also found out the date he died which was on October 10, 1970) For two, I remember my brother telling me that my father won the award for "Longest Drive of the South" in golf. I actually took the bus to that address and it looks like it was a driving range over 40 years ago, as it is now a huge open park with a baseball field included. While were on the subject and my memory still serves me correctly, I remember my mother telling me that professional golfer, Doug Sanders, is a cousin of mine, I don't know how distant. I actually somehow contacted his daughter through email and mention this mystery and she replied that he doesn't remember any connection due to his age......Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, I never got a chance to meet mine as he died from a gunshot trying to get into a cousin's house here in Miami when I was almost a year old, sorry I don't know much of the details. All I know from what my brother told me, the court deemed it a justified homicide. So please do not take your father for granted and cherish him everyday as I wish I had a chance but I never will get back my biological father. Fortunately, my mother remarried when I was 5 years old to a good man (tough as nails) and a great step father, Donald "Doc" MacDonald who past away in 2003. R.I.P......On a brighter note, I created yet another Twitter account in recognition of my new digs on the street in Miami Beach follow me @MiamiBeachBitch

Waiting For The "Green" People

I am still waiting for the "green" people. They are the ones with green shirts on that go out on the street and "verify" that you are homeless. You have to tell them where about you sleep in which I have. My main concern is getting my I.D. but they have informed me that I still have to go through this process and I have been communicating with the director of the homeless help here in Miami Beach via email and she wrote me yesterday saying that they went looking for me at my spot and couldn't find me and that is because I was at the library. The library is on 22nd and Collins and I stay at the park on 13th and Ocean Drive. So today I made it a point to hang out and mostly sleep in my homeless area but to no avail as no "green" people showed up. I awoke to 2 teen age kids who offered me some Lucky Charms cereal in a bag without the marsh mellows which I thought was kinda of odd but I thanked them and accepted the offer. They took off advising me to keep my head up which I thought was very cool and rare coming from teenagers. Not all but most teenagers are usually self centered, know it alls who only care about what they can get or what they have. After waking up from my 3 hour nap, I headed for the park rest room to do what I had to do and on my way there a Miami Beach policeman on a bicycle rides by me and says, "Hey, what's in the bag?" And I pulled it out from underneath my arm to show him and he said, "Oh, it's cereal" And I said, "Yeah" and then he told me he didn't want to see me in the park again. Which perplexed me and made me wonder why? Like I did something wrong and I had just been sleeping the whole time in the park. Anyway, the evening before was amazing. I went out on the beach to drink a beer after drumming up some money at Washington and Lincoln Road, this time I made 7 dollars. While on the beach, this black lady probably in her early 30's, waves to me from a distance and I turn to see if see was waving to somebody else and it was me, so I waved back and she came over and said she was bored and if I wouldn't mind if she sat down and I said, please have a seat and she asked me if I drank and I said I'm drinking a beer right now and she offered me some P. Diddy water aka Ciroc Vodka and I took a swig and man was that smooth coconut flavored, I didn't even need a chaser as opposed to the rock gut cheap ass shit Vodka I'm used to drinking. So we got to talking and she told me she was down on vacation from Atlanta waiting for her boyfriend to come into town on Wednesday and I explained I was born in Miami and raised in Marathon in the Florida Keys and I was currently homeless looking for the "green" people to help me get my I.D. I don't throw my situation out there seeking pity or anything like that, I'm just straight up and honest and she was actually accepting and sympathetic of the fact which I thought was cool and refreshing after dealing with people that look down on you and look at you funny. Again,not EVERYBODY is a mean, self centered, egotistical, head up their asshole idiot but they are out there. But this lady was so down to Earth and noticed that I was too and so we hit it off. I had told her I lost everything even the shirt off my back, literally. All I have is a black sweater hoody jacket, long camouflage pants, a pair of Nike sneakers and ONE sock, I lost the other one. I'm glad my ass is attached to me, otherwise,I'd probably end up losing that. I still have my mind, I think. After she heard that pathetic story, she handed me a 20 dollar bill, I was shocked and thankful. We continued to shoot the shit about life and how we couldn't understand why people look down on other people when we are all human beings but some people think they are better than others. I had mentioned how I loved music and music was my life and how I missed the radio I had lost (I wasn't fishing!) and she asked where can we get the radio and I told her Walgreens has them and she said, "O.K. we going to Walgreens and getting you another radio!" I said, "No, I can't let you do that" She said, "Nope, we gettin you a radio, where is Walgreens at?" and we proceeded to walk to Walgreens and she bought me the radio for 25 bucks. I felt so guilty but yet so blessed and grateful, I wanted it so bad that I was planning on stealing it. But they had a lock on it and I don't like stealing. I walked her back to her hotel and gave her a hug and thanked her so much. She said she was going to clean up and that she would be back out but I haven't seen her again. We both still don't know each other's name. But we both know it was an act of GOD and fate that we met. It's a beautiful thing that gives me hope and belief that things will get better in time. Meanwhile, I found out my road dog Billy has been arrested for consuming alcohol in public you can check it out at www.whosarrested.com under William Howard, I haven't seen him since. If I don't see the "green" people tonight, I feel I need to go back to Key West to get my I.D. while I still have a few bucks to make it there on the bus. Murphy hopefully stays out of jail and I can find him in Key West, he will be able to help me. Until the next move, I will let you know of my whereabouts and latest happenings. Remember to have fun as you only live once..Peace Out

Reach For Miami Beach

Been staying in downtown Miami for about a week now with Billy, sleeping under the Park West Metro mover station and it's actually been working out pretty good, the cops just drive by and the Metro security cops just walk by and don't say anything, very contrary to the Key West P.D. The main problem with Miami is that in order to get shelter you have to call a 1-800 number and see if they have any beds available which they haven't and they just tell you to call back in a couple of hours and keep checking and they always say they are full. My main problem though is I lost my I.D., ATM card, Food Stamp card, Library card, my radio and I don't have a dime in my pocket. This has been one of the most trying times in my life. But I still love Miami's atmosphere and am willing to make it happen. I know once I get on my feet again, I will be able to get a job and a place to live. I haven't lost hope yet, but it has been a very challenging time. One major problem in Miami is there are very few soup kitchens and you have to jump through hoops to get food. Billy and I got fed up with dealing with the security at the door of some of these soup kitchens that we decided to walk to Miami Beach where another K.O.T.S. patron we know is staying in Miami Beach at a shelter for the disabled. His name is Lefty, he lost his left arm and he gets a check on the 3rd and we figured he could help us out until we got our food stamps that don't kick in until the 7th. So after walking across the MacArthur Causeway (about 5 miles) we found Lefty but his check didn't come in until the 3rd we were hoping it would be on the 1st. So then I researched the library about the homeless services in Miami Beach and walked down to the office on 17th St. explained my situation and they told me to tell them where I sleep at night so that the "green" people can come find me within 24 to 48 hours to verify that I am homeless in Miami Beach. Which I thought was crazy but I guess people from Miami claim to be homeless in Miami Beach for some reason, which makes no sense to me because there are no shelters, food banks or soup kitchens in the city of Miami Beach. The only thing I can think of is you can get on the list to get into a shelter quicker with less competition. There are only 2 churches that serve food on Saturday only in Miami Beach. It's ridiculous, what about the other 6 days. I have resorted to shoplifting candy bars and getting lucky and finding or having somebody give me food off the street. It is pathetic. But I can't bring myself to ask anybody for change or food. I know if I don't ask I will never get but I guess it's a pride thing I can't do it but I did come up with an idea of playing buckets on the side of the street. Just yesterday I found an old sea grape branch lying in the park and it was about the right size to break in two and make a pair of drumsticks in which I did, they were a little big but they worked. I went down to Washington and Lincoln road to play my sticks on the ground and see if I couldn't play for some change. Unbeknownst to me, they were having a grand opening for TD bank on that same corner and TD bank had 3 drummers in the street banging on a big plastic garbage can and wooden stools but I didn't let that deter me I sat down with my Styrofoam to-go food container open and put the only change I had, 3 pennies, in there, so people would know I was looking for change and sure as shit, in about 15 minutes I had made 2.50. 2 dollars from a lady and 50 cents from a black dude just by playing on the concrete ground with 2 branches off of a tree. I couldn't believe it and it gave me hope and now I am searching for a bucket and some better sticks and hope for better weather, it's been raining a lot lately. Yesterday also, somebody bought me a beer at the bus stop, I ran across the street and retrieved it from the store, sat down, opened it up, took 2 sips and a Miami Beach cop walks up and says to pour it out. So of course, I oblige and then he asked me if I was waiting for the bus and I said I was and he told me to get off of Washington Ave. He didn't even run my I.D. in which I don't have anyway but in Key West they would of gave me the third degree. I went to sleep in my parking spot and I awoke to Miami Beach police on ATV's driving by telling me I got to get up and they drove on. That is one of the beauties of living up here as opposed to living down plus Miami has some of the most beautiful women in the world I have ever seen,... anyway my time is about to run out at the Miami Beach library,  ...:0 until the next adventure.....I'm in MIAMI BEACH BITCH !!!

Miami Experience

Well,


I made it to Miami. Bye Bye Key West. I left with a friend, Scotty at 6 A.M.on Saturday morning May 19th. We took the Lower Keys shuttle from Key West to Marathon, 4 dollars. hopped on the American bus to Florida City, 2 dollars and 35 cents, took the 38 bus to the Metro rail, 2 dollars, bought an all day pass for 5 dollars and made it to South Beach by 2P.M.....PRICELESS !!! Especially because I didn't even spend a dime because I didn't have a dime. My friend Scotty paid for the whole trip but he also owed me 20 dollars that I had loaned him the week before...My friend is apparently a former Air Force Special Intellengence airman who spent 6 years with an honorable discharge. But I couldn't and still can't believe it because the minute we got to Florida City, he acted like a complete lost idiot. and he apparently has traveled the world while he was in the service. We got off the American bus and he starts asking total strangers who don't even speak English, "What bus do we have to take to go to Miami and how much does it cost and all kinds of stupid ass questions" All the while I am reading the bus stop sign that even has a map that tells you where you are going, trying to calm his ass down. That was the beginning of the end, I thought maybe after a few beers or a couple shots of Vodka he might calm down but no, he didn't. The closer we got to Miami it seemed the stupider he got. When we finally got to Metrorail in Dadeland South ( it took an hour and a half on the 38) I suggested that we buy a day pass that cost 5 dollars as opposed to paying 2 dollars for a one way ticket, he bitched and moaned about spending money. I thought, this is not starting off too good, I am completely broke and totally relient on this guy who is already freaking out before we even hit Miami. I hate being in that position and should have waited for my check to come in before leaving Key West but he offered to pay and K.O.T.S. is getting OLD and the day before Officer Abitual caught me and Murphy in front of K Mart drinking alcohol (we had our drinks in non see through cups) and asked us why he shouldn't put us in jail. And I explained that Murphy had just bought a radio and portable DVD player that I was helping set up and showing Murphy how to work his brand new toys just purchased (over 120 dollars) at the K Mart we were in front of "breaking the law".

Anyway, Officer Mitchell let us go. So we left to Stock Island. And I convinced Scotty to go to Miami that night and he agreed. While in Miami, Scotty was worried about a place to sleep that night and was scared that it was going to rain, in which it did. I figured we could get a little buzz on and find shelter somwhere on the streets.Scotty ended up leaving me after I found my buddy Billy at the Metro mover in Miami. Scotty was bitchin' and moanin' too much for me. Billy Boy is from Kentucky and can handle what ever comes his way. The difference from Miami to Key West from hearsay,is that in Miami if you get busted for an open container or trespassing you get time served, you might do 12 hours. In Key West it's 30 days, big difference!! ( Update: Murphy is back in jail, the day after I left for Miami) So it was time to go. I'm having a great time in the real world, big city of Miami. I have a couple different spots to sleep, one being across the street from the American Airlines arena where we watched the people going to and from the game when the Heat whooped the Pacers ass, like 115 - 83! Then me and Billy Boy went up to Haulover Miami beach and slept there for a couple days and the cops just drive by, they have bigger fish to fry than to worry about some homeless people sleeping in the streets.

Pomp(ous) and Circumstance / Move Over Miami

Let me start by saying, I was trespassed this morning with my buddy Mr. Coffey at the Key West Golf Course by the Monroe County Sheriff's Department. Now, I don't blame the Sheriff's Department, they are just doing their job and they were very polite and respectful. The last name of the lead deputy was Miranda (Rights, get it?), which I meant to mention to him that that was a cool last name being a deputy. Anyway, I am and have been disgusted with these pompous, think they are better than everybody else, idiots that have nothing better to do than call the cops if they see a homeless, vagrant, bum in proscenium of their presence, minding their own business, meaning the homeless vagrant bum, yes, drinking a beer, like they're not drinking or taking pills or whatever, critical hypocrites. We weren't loud or disturbing the peace, just drinking a beer in the shade of trees which happen to be about 10 feet away from the golf course fence. Now I know, there are blatant loud, obnoxious idiots are homeless who throw beer cans on the ground when there is a garbage can 2 feet away. I always say, "No wonder these inconsiderate mother fuckers are homeless!!!" Believe me, I've seen it AND I have to live with some of these stupid asses at K.O.T.S. I can understand why some people hate the homeless !!There are some lazy, disrespectful, pieces of shit, that don't even deserve to breathe on earth. Maybe harsh, but I have to live with these inconsiderate assholes and see it everyday and can't escape while I am staying at K.O.T.S. Hence, my great escape plan to move to Miami..... I'm tired of running from the cops in Key West and I challenge anyone to find a spot in Key West that is NOT trespassing. That being said, my buddy, newly adopted father, Murphy was busted and arrested for drinking in public last week at Bay View park, courtesy of the tennis "pro" who tattle told on him. I luckily saw what was going down, warned Murphy to move as he denied to heed, I moved without opening and leaving my beer in the bag, escaping the crime scene and eluded the silver bracelets and the long arm of the law and had to subsequently pedal Murphy's bike back to K.O.T.S. because the cops wouldn't take it.... Again, we weren't being loud or obnoxious but the pompous tennis "pro" went out of his way to call the cops and actually, had his son call while he was giving a lesson.... Devil's advocate, yes, we should not drink in public but now we homeless can't even go into Stick and Stein, a bar, a.k.a. Bitch and Whine with our backpacks on because some STUPID FUCK went in with a bottle in his back pack and was drinking from it, NOW we ALL have to suffer because of that idiot... Now before you jump to conclusions and your judgemental mind goes into overload, to me, we are all human beings, regardless if you have a million dollars in the bank or a penny in your pocket. Yes, there are assholes but that is with every form of society you can think of, rich or poor. Why do people have to look down on the less fortunate? I don't understand. If you are rich and you know it, clap your hands and move on!! How can you be so worried about some homeless bum on the street? Don't you have bills to pay and worry about paying the rent? 401(k) to think about? Your misconceived notions have me baffled. I know most of you are ignorant, not ALL but MOST, if you don't know about something, you want to squash it and hope it goes away. The fear of the unknown is a scary thing but it would do ALL of us good to learn more about OUR (Mine and Yours) concerns than to ignore reality....Before I move to Miami, I wrote a little going away ditty....




MOVE ON MIAMI



EPIPHANY

TO GO BACK TO MIAMI



LEAVE THE IDIOTS

IN THE STREETS

OF KEY WEST



I THOUGHT MY DREAM

WOULD BE FULFILLED

AT BEST



I GUESS

I WAS WRONG AGAIN



BUT I MUST

STILL FIGHT

AND CARRY ON

MY PLIGHT

WHAT WOULD I DO

OTHERWISE



NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

MY SAME EXCUSE

THAT WILL FRUITATE IN

A MATTER OF TIME



RATHER BE

IN MIAMI



IT SEEMS TO HAVE

A BETTER OPPORTUNITY



THAN THE TIME

I SPENT IN

THE FLORIDA KEYS



I WRITE THESE WORDS

ON A PIECE OF

SCRAP PAPER

I CAN NOT AFFORD



SITTING WITH

THE OTHER GURUS

AT THE LIBRARY



IF IT ALL FALLS APART

TOMORROW

AT LEAST I KNOW



THE SHELTER

WILL BE THERE

FOR THE REMAINDER

OF THE YEAR



BACK TO SQUARE ONE

IF I DON'T GET TOO FAR

OUT OF GRASP



I TRIED TO SEE

THE GREENER PASTURE

ON THE OTHER SIDE



YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

UNTIL YOU TRY



I KNOW THIS

YOU WILL NEVER WIN

UNLESS

YOU THROW IN

YOUR OWN 2 CENTS



WAIT FOR ME

MIAMI

PROMISE MY BOAT

WON'T SINK



I WILL BE THERE

SOONER THAN YOU THINK



Written by me 5/10/2012 @ of course 17:10 P.M.

GOD told me to tell you and Dream another dream, this gig is over

Well, tax season is over which also means, my gig playing Statue of Liberty in the street is over and I am officially unemployed and now I can play bum again. I do a pretty good job at that but it doesn't pay anything, that's the part I need to find out how to change that scenario. If I was smart enough, I should get a street performer's license and play drums on 5 gallon buckets down tourist trap street, I mean, Duval street, that way I wouldn't have to go out and get a heaven forbid, dare I say, REAL J.O.B., it makes me itchy just thinking about the corporate nightmare. But the license isn't cheap, I heard it's about a buck fifty but I could make that back and then some, in the long run and make my own hours. I still couldn't sleep in because K.O.T.S. wakes you up at 6:30 A.M. every morning without fail and yo ass better be off the property by 7:30 A.M. or yo ass is gonna be written up per Nancy Banks, it's a scary thought. Side note: Murphy can get back into K.O.T.S. tomorrow night and my other dumb ass friend Scotty can get back in on the 24th after he got busted drinking Vodka at the hacienda de K.O.T.S. I don't understand why these stupid ass people bring alcohol into K.O.T.S. Scotty's not the only one, I always see at least one beer can or empty pint bottle in the garbage can of the bathroom every night.... I got kicked out the one and only time when I was finishing my beer which I had in a brown Arizona tea bottle outside the gate next to my bike waiting for the line to go down when Monitor asshole Cookie Monster comes out and asked me what was in my bottle I replied, "Tea" of course. He came over and smelt the beer in the bottle and said I couldn't stay at the lovely homeless shelter that night. To his credit, he only kicked me out for one night. But in my defense, I didn't bring the beer pass the fence and inside, I was trying to follow the rules. But they said, that you can can't have alcohol on the property period. I wasn't gonna argue where the property line started but I started to.

Anyway, their kicking me out of the library due to limited computer time..here's a new poem...


GOD TOLD ME TO TELL YOU

4-10-12/ADDED LYRICS 4-18-12 GOD WASN'T FINISHED YET, NOT MY FAULT, BLAME IT ON THE ALMIGHTY



CAN YOU SEE MY TEARS

BEHIND MY SUNGLASSES

(AS THE SUN SETS)



I'VE SEEN

A LOT MORE THAN

YOU WILL COMPREHEND

(RISE ABOVE THE REST)

(NOT THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN THEM)



BEEN THERE

DONE THAT

(COMES WITH A PRICE)



I CAN'T EXPLAIN

YOU HAD TO BE THERE

(A TOUGH ROAD TO FOLLOW)

WRITE A HIT SONG

TO SAVE THE WORLD



ONE CHANCE

TO LAST

A LIFETIME



GOD HAS GIVEN ME

THE POWER TO SPREAD THE WORD



I CAN'T HELP IT

HE CHOSE ME

TO TELL YOU

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW



IT'S UP TO YOU

TO READ

THE WRITING ON THE WALL



TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET

FROM THE WISDOM

HANG ON TO

YOUR FREEDOM

HE WILL WAIT FOR YOU

AT THE KINGDOM



IF YOU DO

THE RIGHT THING

AT

THE RIGHT TIME



GIVE WHAT YOU HAVE

PASS ALONG THE LOVE



HE TOLD ME

HE DOESN'T LIKE

GREED OR GLUTTONY



HE LIKES TO SEE

PEOPLE HELPING

OTHERS IN NEED



I ONLY TRANSFORM

THE INFORMATION

INTO A

SIMPLE POEM

SO THERE IS

NO CONFUSION

THERE SEEMS TO BE

ENOUGH OF THAT

IN THE LAND OF

PLENTY



I CAN ONLY TELL YOU

WHAT HE TOLD ME



POST IT ON A PAGE

FOR ALL TO SEE



THIS IS THE END

OF MY STORY



P.S. BY THE WAY



ONE LAST THING

HE SAID

BEFORE WE GOT DISCONNECTED

HE LOVES ALL HIS CHILDREN AND CREATURES

HE CREATED



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