Friday, June 3, 2011

Return to San Diego

  Lucky for me I pack light. I never know where I'm going to be or when I'm going to be there so when it's time to split I need to be able to grab that bag quick and move.

  It's almost like Deja Vu.  The same scenario where I lose my bed at the mission in L.A. to do a job in San Diego.  No matter how much I plead my case to the pastor he wasn't really trying to hear it.  No wonder homeless people can't get anywhere.  It almost seems like the system is designed to keep you in place.  I don't need them anyway because the way I see it you don't have to stay in one place and be homeless you can be homeless anywhere. Besides, I've got the nomad thing broken down to a science.  I've even developed a little hierarchy.

     Homeless Person --> Drifter --> Nomad

A homeless person is content to stay right where he is.  A drifter is a homeless person on the move.   A nomad is an undercover drifter; he does it because he wants to not because he has to.  At this stage in my life I feel like I am just a wanderer which maybe is a little bit of each. It could be some sort of early mid-life crisis but its hard for me to stay put.  It reminds me of a quote that a really good friend of mine (what up Nitro!) dropped on me one time and it stuck ever since..

    Not all those who wander are lost.
- J.R.R. Tolkien

 ..not sure if it applies to me but for some reason I really like that one. Sometimes I feel like I am moving forward in no direction at all.  When I reach a crossroad I'll look to the east, then to the west, flip a coin, and then keep putting one foot in front of the other until something interesting enough compels me to stop.

   So now that I am here in San Diego I haven't really decided what direction I want to go in.  I found the little skid row area here downtown but it is not anything noteworthy.  It's even more depressing than the one in L.A.  Yea, they are way crazier in Los Angeles but at least there is some sort of energy.  Here they just kind of lay and walk around like creeping zombies.  I could go and be a beach bum and get my hustle on there.  What can I say I kinda miss those guys.  Earlier today my travels led me to a place called "Set Free Ministry" in greater San Diego.   Let me tell you I had no idea what I was getting myself into.  I was just looking for a place to crash for a couple nights, maybe squeeze in a few sandwiches.  Not gonna happen.  First you have to join their 1 year long program where you enter the process of becoming a disciple. Even more, during "phase one" of your evolution to becoming a better person they ship you to some ranch out in the middle of nowhere for 3 months where they apparently initiate the brainwashing process.  He went on to explain in further detail the other phases but to be honest he lost me at phase one because the more he spoke the more it became evident that the term "ministry" was just another fancy word for cult.  Don't get me wrong they seemed like nice people.  When I asked for water they went above and upgraded that request to a sack lunch, but I get the feeling that I might be better off on my own.  A place like that is for people with absolutely no hope left at all and I am not quite there yet.  As long as I continue to have a heartbeat and that pimp step in my swagger, I'll always make sure I am able to get wherever I need to go..even if I have to do it all on my own.

2 comments:

  1. About that last sentence: You're never on your own when you have friends ... no matter where they're located in this world. ;)

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