Homeless

Dazed and doey eyed on the bus, I wondered. All these homeless, schizophrenic people that board or stand like frozen statues waiting for the bus while talking to themselves. Are they really that crazy or did this city do it to them?

Honestly. I knew this girl named Abigail who was a little bit crazy and worked with me at the shit hole coffee shop/bookstore. She claimed she was in her late twenties but we all knew she was closer to mid thirties than anything. She would constantly try and pimp herself out to anyone that would listen, claiming that she was an entrepreneur, meaning, actor, singer, dancer, producer, writer, etc...

No one really took her serious and to be honest were all a little afraid of her. It wasn't until she had hit rock bottom AKA losing her home (the car she was living out of) that she finally threw in the towel and accepted a bus ticket from her family in Cleveland and left Los Angeles.

Apparently she had been living here for eight years trying to make it big. Me and a few co-workers checked out her social networking websites and were surprised to see the pictures of a fresh faced, innocent young lady who looked more her age than the thing that had been working with us for so long.

So I wondered. Did the city beat her up, or was she always like that? Are these so called "homeless" and "crazies" lying motionless on the side of the road every day people that have given away any ounce of their soul away for some sort of deal in the end? Being here for so long has almost made me forget who I was or realize the person I have become but is it all really worth it? Or will I become one of the rotting, diseased loons that have nothing but a rolling suitcase, broken dreams and a cup of spoiled coffee with pocket change floating in the bottom?

Only time will reveal its own prophecy.