Dear Hollywood,

Wanna save Darfur?  Hire some FUCKING mercenaries.  Instead of throwing your money at groups that are 'Saving Darfur.'   They aren't saving anyone.  Muslims are practicing genocide against Non-Muslims.  The UN and Worlds leaders stand by and watch. 

If Angelina and Brad really wanna make a difference, put some Veterans to work.......Save Darfur

So, we see this tweeker chick yesterday....me and Erica.  She was shuffling down the road, cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth.  She has on green velvet skirt with a big ASS hole in it, nice black sweatery thingy, grey beanie and Birkenstocks.  Girl was tweeked out her skull.  Maybe 23 years old, just a young thing.  Young for the tweekers you see around here.

 I see her and start saying..."Look at this one.  Looky at this one Erica.  Erica.  Look Dammit! Erica look at this tweeker!"  Finally, she looked up from her IPhone....the tweeker chick stops and stares in a truck window, all woobln' back and forth, cigarette still hanging out her mouth.(she totally looked like that Carol Burnett character)  Backed up from the truck, started fumbling in her purse.  I backed up to take pictures, of course.  Was also gonna ask her what the hell she was doing.  The whole time Erica is saying "Dani!  What the hell is she doing?  Oh my gawd, what the hell is she doing"   She was planning on stealing from the truck, or calling to have someone steal the truck.  There was a guy standing across the street, watching her the whole time too.  He called her over and told her to get lost.  Pointed put that everyone could see her.  I was gonna tell her she wasn't fucking invisible. Actually, I was hoping that I was gonna be able to let Erica out the car to go talk to her.  It was funny.  She had no idea any of this was going on around her, she thought she was invisible.  She just thought she would steal from that truck and keep going.

tweeker dude

There is this tweeker homeless dude in the hood.  He has been around since we moved here.  Never have seen him in our neighborhood though. I SAW HIM IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD!  I refer to him as mother fucker, pretty sure he calls me that too.  He has a big black beard.  I see him in front of 7-11 and he will talk to me.  I tell him "Don't talk to me mother fucker! Why the fuck are you talking to me, mother fucker?"   Kyle and I saw him on 82nd this morning.  I said "Dude, there's that fucking tweeker."  He didn't even look up, "The one you have the special relationship with?"  I just laughed.  I have embarrassed my kids on more than one occasion calling that dude a mother fucker.  You know, the mortified mom, said under their breath.

But anyways, he is in my hood.  Getting into a van, with a man in a tan sweater vest wearing a skally hat.  It was weird.  I was wondering if the old guy liked getting blow jobs from homeless hairy dudes.  'Mother Fucker' just walked up, got in the van.  It seemed like a regular thing.  They were happy to see each other.  This guy is tweeked out his skull.  He totally just wanders the streets.  He must be at the top of the tweeker food chain.  To have survived for 12 years that I know of. The dude will be standing on the side of the road with his hand's down his pant, underwear black with dirt hanging out of his pants.  I like that my son refers to our relationship as special.

I did notice that Cap'n is gone.  He was an old dude, obviously had done some time hard time in the military.  Stood outside the 7-11 asking for change and such.  Looked like a wore out tweeken/alcoholic Popeye.  Never gave him anyone money.   He was all ways there bobbn' from side to side, saluting as you walked by, leaning against his can.  He may have been drunker than cooter brown, tweeked out his skull, but he always smiled with that one tooth stickn' out his mouth.  I miss Cap'n.

See...I don't hate all homeless tweekers.

Jenny

So my son has this chick that shows up every once in a while.  We call her Jenny, not her real name.  She shows up every once in a while, cuddles and kisses him, gets his hopes up.  Then a bad boy will roll up and whisk her away.  Well....Jenny is here today.  My son cleaned his room, even moved the bed and vacuumed, dusted..  Tried to wash 2 blankets, a sheet, a pillow and 4 pillow cases in one load.  Caused a small earthquake and made me run.

Jenny came in and my dog Woody growled at her.  I told my husband....'Woody does not like Jenny.  Jenny is scared of Woody.  Mama says....maybe Woody knows something bout Jenny'. .....Now read it in your Forrest Gump voice.