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Two days in the life of a not-by-choice homeless aka houseless person in Las Vegas

May 22, 2015

Yesterday I decided to make some money for me and my cats again. When I awoke and was lying on my sofa cushions in comfort and some misery suddenly felt as if someone was shaking my bed, as if to wake me up but I kept my eyes closed mostly. But since I was on these sofa cushions and not a bed, I wondered if I was experiencing an earthquake. I thought maybe though it was my heart beating on the pad my chest was on as I lied there wondering and trying to see if that’s how I felt, but it didn’t feel as strong and the apparent quake had already stopped by the time I pondered. Later in the day while at Walmart I heard a young woman mention it to someone on her phone and then I remembered what I felt that morning. The earthquake apparently happened at 11:47 AM. I had actually suspected a quake would happen in Vegas a few days after posting an ad in Craigslist in Vegas asking if anyone would help a homeless Christian Jew move some of his possessions to his storage unit, and to my disgust no one offered, not one person replied after days, and I seriously thought that that must surely anger God and that he would punish Vegas for it. I think that quake was a little warning to this evil city about that and their other sins.

When I got up I woke up to birds perched on the wall chirping away. I was in so much pain from lifting that bike repeatedly that I had to lie down for hours in much pain till it went away. When it I had awoken birds were repeatedly coming to a wall that separates me from other houses and Princess was showing great interest in them and I eventually, though feeling very miserable started looking for a pocket knife I hid for a reason I won’t say, and no it wasn’t to cut myself or harm anyone or my cats, but so when I lifted up a basket found a cute little partially brown baby bird underneath which explained why the brown birds were repeatedly coming around my spot. I picked it up and it called out somewhat loudly and drew back the birds looking for it when I did so and I kissed it a few times in the face which caused it to become silent for a few seconds. I showed it to my cats and let them feel it and tried to distance myself from it when I took it away to let the parents tend to it, but the bird when I tossed it gently, though flying a little away stayed silent and the parents stayed on the wall at times as if in fear of me, so I eventually tossed it over the wall. I finally looked to see where it may have ended up, but didn’t see it and I never did hear it cry out again.

Before departing had, in the morning spoken a little to a crazed homeless woman, though she’d built for herself a little tent-house of a sort, and I asked her if she felt the quake but she hadn’t noticed it. Then an obnoxious racist wealthy neighbor living in a little neighborhood sped right up to me on his car in an unsafe way and harassed me. It was no doubt go me because I looked Asian and or Mexican, aka Spanish, and after calling me a “mother (effer)” and boasting about having me on camera and threatening to call the police on me sped off. He’s someone who seems to have narcissistic personality disorder, a possible narcissist in other words who has harassed me three other times, one time calling me a “nigger”. That is not unusual for me in Vegas to have annoying, stressful and annoying events like that happening to me. Anyone who reads about my life thoroughly you’d know why I take that risk even during legal hours when some mentally ill or highly illogical person could make trouble for me with false reports about me or my cats. Either that morning or the morning before that had taken pictures of some fast moving little spiders that live at my resting spot, where I partly live and got some decent pictures of them with my remaining cell phone, as the other was thrown out or stolen. It was damaged anyways, having a cracked screen and not being able to dial out after having been submerged for a little while and not deep, even though that LG phone was supposed to be well water proof, but perhaps the cracked screen compromised that waterproofness.

When I got to the Strip and sat on a bridge with my cats, I encountered the usual “Kitties!” and “He’s got a cat, two cats” and “Awwwws”s, and the usual “You should do this and that” person who in their inexplicable ignorance thinks all cats should be fat and wild or fat and in a house, just any house, just as a person harassing another may sayg to them, “go see a doctor” or “did you take your meds”? as if any doctor or meds solves everything and will make life all better. During the day I encountered one such stupid person, no offense to you, who when I got my first decent meal of the day besides yogurt in the morning I found in a dumpster started to annoy me, again, while I’m eating. I had just found that meal too, and it came with a jug of water, though not full. This woman sounded French but spoke decent English and she did the usual stupid-person starring and said something like, “They need water, do you have water for them?” I then pointed to the water or grabbed and shook it in front of her, though I wasn’t actually sure it as water, but did it to make her shut up about it since she was implying what was wrong, which was I was neglecting these clearly relaxed and content cats in and by a huge basket with a soft shirt inside. They had plenty of shade and places to rest and as everyone knows cats for some strange reason aren’t annoyed with flat or gravelly ground to lay down on, for hours, even rolling around on it, whether it’s filthy or not. She then asked where I had a cup or she said bowl for water for them, and I lied and said it was in my bag, and even more annoying she then said, “In your bag? If you show it to me I’ll give you money,” or she said, “A dollar”. I then said they weren’t thirsty and had already fed them, so she then commented on how one of the cats looked skinny. So I then asked, “Can you see her ribs?” And she said again, something like, “Yes, she’s skinny.” I then told her she was naturally skinny. How dumb can a person be to not know that not all cats are fat or even that a cat may have a medical problem with being fat and should not be allowed to be fat, and that a cat can get diabetes from being fat? Further, how does she not know that if I cat hears its owner eating or smells meat (and one of my cats likes bread and noodles) will not go to the owner to eat from what they are eating, and yet they were not. I say how can you not know since dogs are that way and cats are known for the same food-seeking behavior. She was it appeared, fifty years old, so how could she be so ignorant? I had fed them not long before arriving at the Strip and then gave PussPussPuss a little pork after getting there since she was, unlike Princess very interested in the sauced pork I eating, and persisted in coming near it. Finally she went away and I could eat with more peace, though not total, since there was always the wondering in me if another like her would arrive, or some stupid cop informant, or a mean cop. Hours later, during the day, when it was starting to get so windy that I considered going home as I did not want debris getting all over my cats (and possibly in their eyes) as happens on bridges the woman came back, and I tried to get her to be more friendly. So I found out she was originally from France but had lived in Atlanta for a long time. She saw I had a cup for water for them, and I showed her how easily dirt got into it and which was why I did not just leave a cup of water out till they drank. But to get her to shut up I filled it and she put it near them, even though I’d already done that and tried to get them to drink, but they wouldn’t, but they were a little thirsty at that point, or barely, and took a few licks into the bowl, and she kept persisting but only Princess took a few more licks. She then said I should get an umbrella for them. That is something I already thought of but so I told her about how I would seek shade and which was why I was on that bridge and not a certain other one that doesn’t have any (hardly, and except for building at certain hours that create it) and because of obnoxious black CD peddlers (the unlawful kind and who are always black…) who often stand in front of or next to me trying to prevent me from getting the tips they want so that they can draw them to themselves, which is a kind of spiteful act besides annoying and rude. Sometimes those CDs are blank by the way, not truly having “mix tapes” on them as those peddlers claim. There’s another reason I won’t have just anything with me or set up, and that is because I simply cannot safely carry any extra wait or items of certain length with what I already have with me. And due to yet more bicycle thefts and lack of a decent amount of money at all times had no bicycle rack. Further I have a suspension bicycle which does not allow me without putting out a lot of money to have a rack that can withstand carrying a lot of weight, and I already have had racks brake on me from much carrying on them. Further, the more you have set up, the more you risk a police officer deciding to get you to leave or ticket you. I didn’t tell her about my lack of a rack problem, or the police problem and she ended up giving me $20. Yes: an annoying ignorant person from another country gave me $20. It’s hard to be thankful or happy about it since I felt like I was conversing with yet another person who was going to get me in trouble with the police. Her donation though did send me on my way home for a few hours and I rested with my cats. At that point though my back was starting to encounter major pain from repeated lifting of my bike, sometimes with heavy weight on it to get over a wall I have to go over to go to my resting spot, it would get much worse the next day in the morning, much worse. I was already exhausted and my digital devices either out of power and all of them had the memory on them filled up from recording some of what happened at the Strip that day and before that, and I was too exhausted to put it onto my laptop and didn’t want to get even more worn out taking it out and going over the wall with a lot of weight to power everything up and perhaps end up losing so many hours to all that that I ended up not going back to the Strip to make money, and so making no profit, and suffering for it, however that gamble of a sort turned out to be the wrong move as I’ll explain. So when I got back to the Strip, with no recording devices got the usual good treatment, and not so good. At one point I saw a very beautiful girl, her body and skin was at least, so beautiful I picked up PussPuss to speed ahead of her to see her face and get a better look at her, but she was with her dad who no doubt knew how beautiful she was and perhaps would think I was doing that to check her out, and though I tried to make it seem like that wasn’t what I was doing, he gave me a look that was unpleasant. I also did that to get the girl to look at me and PPP as she’d not noticed me or the cats and I was hoping to get a positive reaction from her, but got nothing but some unimpressed looks from her. Her face wasn’t anything special, but her over all shape and waist down was. This was on the New York New York bridge. When I came back to Princess, the spot I was sitting at, I found a homeless-looking guy who also looked drunk standing right at my spot, looking down at my tips and so on, to my annoyance. So I got him to move and he then tried to sit to the side of me and set down a large duffel bag, and I gently asked him to move because he was in the way and he left soon enough. And getting a nice amount of tips I encountered a blonde woman from Orange County and police showed up doing their usual scanning, and I’d only talked with her a little while, and one of the police decided to bother me a little, asking me what “this” thing was by a bridge light, and I told him it was a solar panel for my bike, though meant to say a solar light and that I was using the bridge light to charge it. The woman then stood up and said, “Are you picking on him”? And the officer with an annoyed tone and moving forward with his partners though not going away replied, “Picking on him?” and I replied, “No, no don’t say that” not wanting a confrontation to occur and me ending up with a ticket, so I then said, “I’ll get lost,” to the officers, and the one who was doing the talking replied, “Thank you” and the woman left quickly. As I was packing up and the officers sticking around a little I noticed three newish looking one dollar bills in the tote I used to carry the cats in that day, wondering if she had left it quickly without me noticing. But I also noticed someone had taken my dollar store flowers, and wondered if it was that “bum”. It made me detest Vegas, reminding me of what a criminal-infested place it was, a very evil place where you can’t trust anyone, not police, judges, friendly strangers, even a friendly cat.

Eventually I made it to the Flamingo and saw two usuals: a tall black steel drummer who as usual was doing about no drumming, or had stopped from lack of tips and an old man who holds up a sign that says, “My e-wife had a better lawyer” and between them a guy who’d left out a huge amount of black-ink?-on-white-boards-pictures that trailed off from the side of the steel drummer. The one who’d left them out on the curb had sat net to my cats in a drunken-like way and I thought he was some stupid tourist trying to mess with my cats at first, but he was the one who left the pictures out. At one point I saw a very beautiful woman pass me, and only saw her from behind at first, who was in black dress that appeared to go down to only her knees, and who had hair that seemed to go down to her shoulders, and perhaps a light brown color walking alone or perhaps with a female companion who wasn’t very close to her and she turned around momentarily to look at me and I saw she had a very beautiful and adorable face so much so that I thought I should get up and go and get a better look at her and speak to her to see if I could get to know her, but instead I kept sitting thinking something like, “I have a responsibility to care for these cats, I have to get money for them,” but I was struggling over that. She was so beautiful that the longer I sat there the more sad I became till a few minutes later I became so sad I started to stare at the ground not interested in seeing any other woman and doubting I’d see any that beautiful and adorable for a very long time. She was one of “those” people who have just the right look, so much so you only see such a sight maybe every six months to a year. It is rare to see such a person that is so beautiful over all and so very much so, for me at least. When I got home I thought about her and realized I perhaps made a devastating mistake, as the look on her face when she turned around seemed one of friendliness, being open to talk and she perhaps turning around briefly because she herself was wondering if she should have talked to me. Perhaps she would have ended up being a friend or wife who could have speedily or greatly helped me and me her. This happened at about 11:40 PM by the crosswalk at the Flamingo which is opposite of Caesar’s Palace, or whatever it’s called. Some minutes before seeing her I’d encountered a group of mostly it seemed young people from Canada, a seemingly 17 year old white gay male and some native looking types one of whom was from Saskatoon. An older male, maybe 20 came up to look at the cats that this 17 year old had sat net to to compliment and look at, and perhaps a 10 year old female and 12 year old one, both females looking like natives slightly and said aloud, “Awww I’ve seen better *ussy than that” and all the young people laughed loudly, and curiously the 10 year old of laughed in the way an adult woman would who appreciated foul jokes. I was so amazed these innocent looking young people all laughed at such an obscene and unkind adult joke that I said something like, “Aren’t you too young for such a joke?” and the ten year old I think hearing that she was replied instantly with some annoyance, “I’m not too young!” I think at the 13 year old. Then an older native looking woman came up to get the “kids” to come away and the 10 year old struck at this woman as they departed in a sort of comical way though it was clear both of them were seriously angry at each other, though not in a killer way.

I’d also encountered maybe just before meeting those group of Canadians, two Canadian females, I think Canadian, one with dark hair one blonde, and the blonde was standing while the other got down to pet my cats. The one doing the petting was happy but the blonde was a jerk and asked me if I was homeless and I said “yes” and then said, “Well that’s not responsible” and I corrected her and asked, “Would you rather they eat roaches and birds?” to which she had no reply, and I then said, “See, I am responsible.” Of course I could have come up with a better response than that as there is nothing wrong with eating roaches and birds, it’s just gross and sad for the birds, it is though a little dangerous perhaps for the cats as someone who loves birds and hates cats may try and kill the cats or the cats may die from swallowing a sharp bone from the bird, or even a bird of prey snatch and kill my cats if left alone. She then trying to save face I suppose, or just being a jerk, maybe a narcissist than asked, “How do you feed them?” I think because I said I had no income, and I replied, “With tips”, to which she also had no reply. She then asked, “Do you feed them before yourself?” and I replied, wrongly with, “Of course, that’s what I did on the bridge yesterday” to which she also had no reply, and neither left a tip and left. Now what I should have said was, “If you’re starving from lack of money and ability to find food, and my cats hungry, and you came to me for food, who should I feed first, you or my cats?” or, “What if I only had enough food for either you or my cats?” or, “What if I need that food to survive long enough to give them more food?” and “Who is more important, the one who takes care of, who protects the animals, or the animals, especially when they do little for the owner or are even unthankful?” She was obviously a God-hater who in her twisted way worshiped animals, the creation rather than the Creator. I wonder if it was the blonde is who sicked security on me.

Not long after that and after all the people to my side trying to get tips left, and eventually the old man, leaving me alone, though near the cross walk was a Kiss band member look-alike who sits in a chair, but he wasn’t near me. At that curb, which is on the opposite side of the sidewalk of the Flamingo, no security guards ever, and I’ve been there long enough to know, ever bothers anyone. They don’t even other the bums who sleep on the sewer-stench-blowing grate on the ground near the entrance to the Flamingo there, which is opposite of where people like me sit for tips. Sometimes what appears to be a fattish man dressed as Marilyn Monroe stands there, where the bums sometimes sit or sleep that is, and no guard ever bothers that person… but one did me that night. As I was sitting with my cats alone, who were lying in a large basket, the same one I had on a bridge that day, an old man dressed as a security guard (who was of Flamingo Casino) came up to me just as I was explaining to a woman sitting in front of me enjoying the sight of my cats was listening to me tell her how people discriminated against people with cats, and by that I meant some people against those with cats in public and how I’d planned on going to Congress about it, that is to, as I was trying to tell her, to convince them to allow cats to be designated as service animals to help prevent such discrimination But instead this idiot guard and whatever idiot sent him interrupted me with, “How can I help you” standing right behind her and clearly making her uncomfortable and she left. I forget what I said in reply other than to the woman, “See?” and he then said on his CB radio, “We have a street person sitting with his cats.” This wasn’t the first time the guards there had been heartless assholes to me, utterly heartless backstabbing assholes. And I know for a fact the guards there are racist, something I may talk about later. This old idiot stayed near me long enough that I became distressed enough to leave and wondering if police would come or if more guards would pester me. Another younger guard came out but by that time I’d gone over to my bike which was sort of hidden in the darkness and already had my cats gathered to it and both guards had gone to a spot closer to the Kiss impersonator though weren’t near him either. I don’t think they were interested in anything but getting me to leave without incident. It was especially insulting because not many days before were two young black men, who both looked about 19, sitting at a table on that side of the sidewalk sawing away endlessly at wood (I think to make peoples’ names from them) and barely got attention and with two police impersonators near them, who were women of hardly any beauty that I’d never seen before. The men sawing at wood, who were doing so mainly to draw attention had created for two days in a row at least a large mess of saw dust all around them and yet no guards ever came out while I was there to get them to stop, nor police. It was also stupid timing of the guard since for many minutes I’d been deciding to go home since I’d gotten a decent amount of tips again though nothing much and wanted to rest and give the cats more peace. While trying to leave when the guard annoyed me I ended up spilling my tips that were in change and some tourists seeing my cats in a handbag or tote adored them and at least one wanting to pet them helped me pick up the change and were appalled that the guard had pestered me. I was amazed that a pretty blonde woman was getting on the ground with I think a drink in her hand picking up dirty change from the dirty ground for a “bum” like me, and she picked up a good amount of coins. Me being in pain all the time perhaps projected that pain onto her and so seeing her bend over as she was felt more amazed, though of course her back may have been fine. I think they gave me a dollar or two.

I spent maybe an hour more trying to get tips careful to make sure no police were around to get a few more dollars and hoping for a twenty dollar bill, but only got a few dollars more ad sand the level of tourists was so low that it was no longer worth being around. It was much more difficult returning since the guard and scared me off enough that I left behind my bungee cord, which I hoped was in the handbag, but wasn’t which I needed to secure the large basket as it had no handles, and so had to grip that large thing on the side of my bike handle as I headed home and trying to, and it is hard, keep the tote from rubbing repeatedly against my bicycle wheel as the cats were in it.I

And around 2 PM I went to return a smelly handbag that worked well as a pet carrier I could see but which had a bad chemical smell which became unbearably prominent as the day heated up, which took maybe an hour because of the usual waiting in Walmart’s return area and because I brought the wrong receipt. When I went back to get the right one at my rest spot, was so exhausted that I lost my footing a little and rubbed my elbow area against the rough wall of my resting spot and scratched it a little bad so that it bled. Then at 3 PM I was in McDonald’s and saw a very beautiful Spanish/Mexican supervisor I’d argued with days before in the same McDonald’s and she saw me and I looked away from her in sort of embarrassment over my uneloquent arguing I had made with her and my rough appearance vs her beautiful appearance and calmness, even though she had severely been in the wrong (she was discriminating against me for looking rough and having a bunch of stuff plugged in even though I had clearly bought something and was within my time to stay inside there – she lied saying I only had 15 minutes). A few minutes later an old security guard came in who guards part of the plaza had come in to use the bathroom I think and as she seemed to be leaving got up and though not looking at me said to him in a subtly pretentious save-me way, “I’m so glad you’re here could you look around to…” and you can figure out the rest. What was ironic was was that an evil transient named Levi, a drug addict and very evil person who once tried to kill me and mug me in front of another guard who guards Walmart (as she, the guard was coming out of McDonald’s eternal ordering area) and he was sitting on the other side of a partition from her when she’d been sitting down and was still there and clearly had bought nothing as usual as she was talking to the guard and the guard never did look around the store, but left on his own. He left with a male and female couple who appear to be drug addicts and the male of which is always asking people in the Plaza for money or cigarettes. Both Levi and that male seem to have narcissistic personality disorder though Levi seems to have it much much worse.

But so now it’s 6:19 PM and I’m still in McDonald’s and a homeless man who has given me a new name for himself (Joe) but which he says is his real name, is using my tablet, playing games on it, has been for hours and I fed him a little, something I’ve done for him before. I help him out of sadness for him and because he’s helped me out at times, like watching over PussPuss or my bike, and gave my wallet back when I asked if he found it. He was raised Mormon which apparently helped ruin him as he disassociated himself from it eventually. I think he also has schizophrenia as he sometimes, maybe often says nonsensical things almost in a Yoda-like way. What will I do now? I don’t know, I think go back to the Strip for more money as I’m almost out of it again and need a bicycle rack and better pet carrier and panniers.

Update: I awoke after having fallen asleep at my resting spot to the night and it was probably 10 PM at that time, and it’s now 12:22 AM, and in sadness decided to let my back heal rather than rush to the Strip for tips or to see if I could find that beauty I saw walking passed the Flamingo Casino. I was also sad because I was too worn out to show much love to PussPuss and sensed I was wearing her out keeping her with me all the time and giving Princess more attention. I give Princess a lot of attention sometimes because she’s beautiful, responds audibly often and try to get her to be more like PussPuss, but it doesn’t work as, unlike PussPuss is mostly wants to roam around apart from me. I’d sell her, but she’s such a valuable cat to have and it pleases me to see her beautiful face and to be able to pet her and feel the warmth of her body against mine, and I always remember how adorable she was around the first time I saw her. She’s not cute anymore like that, but I feel like I’m caring for a cute cat somehow that is still a kitten new-to-the-world and wanting to be loved because of that memory. … And Princess spilled a bowl of water I set by her on one of my sofa cushions at about 1 AM, on this 23rd day of May, that I use as my bed, grrrrr! Maybe that wouldn’t have happened had I gone to the Strip with her to make some money, sigh. Even though I’m sitting in a comfy beanbag chair, my lower back is still hurting though, so perhaps a trip to the Strip would be unwise. I’m hungry enough though to go into a dumpster to look for food though. I may buy my cats some food though first.

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