My name is Tony. I'm the greatest loser you'll ever know. I'm broke. My wallet has dust on it. I'm unemployed. I'm unemployable. So is my whole family. I don't have my own place. I live with my mom. I can't drive. I can't even ride a bike. I did have a bike-tire parked up my ass-crack, though. I'm still a virgin. I haven't had a girlfriend in 15 years. I've been beat up, arrested, robbed, mauled by animals, stalked, starved, dragged around a parking lot by my own mom's car...You name it. This blog is like religion: just believe it. Everything I tell you is as true as I am stupid.
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cubebreaker:

The Rethink Homelessness campaign aims to dispel stereotypes and remind us that the circumstances which lead to living on the streets could happen to each and every one of us.


Yep. My mom was a Senior NCO in the army, had a job in it that could’ve ruined the whole damn European economy if she was late (almost happened once; everyone would’ve heard about it on the news back in ‘94), was in charge of a bunch of soldiers while in Bosnia (she had a title, but don’t remember it, but it was nifty), AND used to run entire volksfests (big ass German fairs; think that “Oktoberfest” movie), let alone having been a teacher (at that “Lean On Me” high school with Morgan Freeman in it), speaks a bunch of languages, is a finance and tax expert, and a bunch of other shit, and the only reason she wasn’t homeless in apathetic, darwinistic Alabama was because her prior military service’s pension was the only lifeline keeping her one step away from homelessness in an otherwise fucked up situation where being an “outsider” means you aren’t getting anywhere, so yeah.

Don’t judge people on whether they’re homeless or not, are in poverty or not, have a job/good job or not, went to college or not, are on welfare or not, etc. Even if they’d gotten in trouble with the law! Don’t judge a book by its cover. There’s a lot more to a person’s story that you don’t know, and there’s a lot more going on in society than whether somebody’s lazy and stupid or not. Not everyone’s treated the same, not everybody gets the same breaks, and not everything is equal for everyone. In this country, you can simply be born into/move to the wrong area and have shit taken from you or denied you; from possessions to opportunities to rights, and who knows: you can be one of those ignored and scapegoated people out on the street, or well on your way to it, too.

"Get a loan. Pawn your title. Title. Loan. Loan. Title…"-Mom
There’s too much shit around here that tries to either capitalize on people being poor, or make them come to terms with being poor, instead of fixing all of the shit that makes everyone poor.
Get a payday advance. Pawn your car title. There are a shit-ton of these places around here, everywhere you fucking turn.
Too many.
THAT’S the solution to Anniston’s problems. DRUDGERY and DEBT.
And to help wash it down, their “Bible Belt” asses finally made buying alcohol legal on “Sundees”.
So make that DRUDGERY, DEBT, and DRINKING. And if you don’t like those choices, there’s always DETAINMENT, DEATH, or the DRAFT.
And then they’ll lecture us all about how we have “personal responsibility” problems.

"Get a loan. Pawn your title. Title. Loan. Loan. Title…"-Mom

There’s too much shit around here that tries to either capitalize on people being poor, or make them come to terms with being poor, instead of fixing all of the shit that makes everyone poor.

Get a payday advance. Pawn your car title. There are a shit-ton of these places around here, everywhere you fucking turn.

Too many.

THAT’S the solution to Anniston’s problems. DRUDGERY and DEBT.

And to help wash it down, their “Bible Belt” asses finally made buying alcohol legal on “Sundees”.

So make that DRUDGERY, DEBT, and DRINKING. And if you don’t like those choices, there’s always DETAINMENT, DEATH, or the DRAFT.

And then they’ll lecture us all about how we have “personal responsibility” problems.

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Hell yeah. Learning those Homer lessons…

This also kinda reminds me of my friend Crillsan having just gotten back from “moving on up” to Birmingham.

He looked rich enough before he left for there. “I don’t even need college! I make so much goddamn money, I can retire when I’m 40!” He even gave me $200 for my birthday once.

Just like that!

But when he got back from Birmingham, he looked all broke and beaten. I was like “DAMN, SON! YOU USED TO BE A REAL NIGGA!!” (had money). He looked at me with the most serious face, and yelled “I AM!!”

I looked at him all confused, and then he angrily pointed at his house. I looked over his shoulder, just to find his new girlfriend, her younger brother, and all 4 or so of her kids over there.

Instant family.

I was like “…oh.”

This was around the recession, and after it, Birmingham went bankrupt, so that explains the “leaving Birmingham” part.

His girlfriend was trying to mooch off of him, and I guess while he was in Birmingham, he allowed it because he could afford it at the time, but in Anniston, shit is different.

Shit is hard.

So hard, he had to traffic drugs along with doing shit like club bouncer/promoter alongside his regular job, just to make ends meet, while his girlfriend and kids were just draining his bank account.

I remember one time he yelled at her. “BITCH, THIS AIN’T BIRMINGHAM! GET’CHO ASS OUT THERE AND GIT A JOB! Y’ALL FOUGHT FOR YO’ RIGHTS! FEDERAL MOGUL’S HIIIIIIRIN’!!”

I thought it was funny.

But I don’t think she ever got a job, though. I heard what she did was, she got drunk and crashed her car into the tree in his front lawn.

Next thing I know, he’s at my house, talking about how he just snuck over to his cable box outside of his house and sabotaged it (and the A/C, too, if I remember correctly), and he was gonna wait however long it took for them to get the idea and GET THE FUCK OUT.

And they did!

eventually.

I mean, he did love those kids, but GODDAMN!

FUCK THAT SHIT! LIFE IS HARD ENOUGH, ALREADY!! And that’s just one in many reasons that have scared me into not wanting kids.

And it’s like I say a lot to my mom: “Ya could’a took all of that ‘kid-raising’ money, and bought yourself that much in handbags.”

Seeing Crillsan, and seeing how my mom struggled as a single parent with one income and three bad-ass kids, I definitely know where Homer is coming from.

The good news is, I live in a place where there’s plenty of incentive to not bother with shit like that, so everything works itself out!

*shrug

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We were literally talking about this the other day. I told my mom that I’d just up and leave without telling anybody, even our, like, 2 friends. We’d leave a sign on our house like “Gone Fishin’”, or the same last thing I said right before I dropped out of that fucked up high school: “Last time you saw a nigga? Last time you’ll see a nigga.” 
And then move as far away from here as possible in the most opposite-ass state I can move to, just to let everyone else find out long after they actually care to notice we were gone.

We were literally talking about this the other day. I told my mom that I’d just up and leave without telling anybody, even our, like, 2 friends. We’d leave a sign on our house like “Gone Fishin’”, or the same last thing I said right before I dropped out of that fucked up high school: “Last time you saw a nigga? Last time you’ll see a nigga.”

And then move as far away from here as possible in the most opposite-ass state I can move to, just to let everyone else find out long after they actually care to notice we were gone.