precious love
It is such a beautiful day outside today. The sun is shining unabashedly on the people, and the air smells like summer when I was a kid, and had nary a care in the world. And while I miss having summers off scott free and all that, I’d still take being an adult over being a kid any day. They say they’re the best years of your life, but to me, my youth felt more like a prison of restrictions. And I was just waiting out the end of my sentence knowing there was something better on the other side.
Namely, fun. Unhindered fun. Fun with an income. Fun whenever I wanted instead of when I was allowed.
Note to San Francisco media: The term "homeless community" is not just laughably hyper-liberal, but in fact an oxymoron. It also not only implies acceptance of destitution, but awards those who choose its lifestyle a glossy class status to wield like a trophy. Too many people get away with it here because of San Francisco’s live and let live/summer of love mentality. However, the tacit courtesy extended to them is not returned to the public, that’s for sure. Therefore, the new term for those panhandle-swindling, smelly, unjustifiably self-righteous bums who choose laziness over living shall now be the "hapless community." Thank you.
