Re: hapless transient commandeering vehicle: Subsequent thoughts.
5:30am/Friday/09-06-3
Departure for work.

Bum:
It will come as no surprise to you or others reading this that I am deeply prejudiced towards you. Assuming you are not literate enough to read this thought process much less understand my established findings I am forced to accept this as pure narcissism…..which is fine. Do you know why it’s fine? Its fine because I have a job, a bankbook, a vehicle and am committed to not squandering away my hard earned resources, which clearly cannot be said for yourself. Oh! What this?! You’re an addict? Dear Christ lets all strip down and give you the very shoes off our feet, the shirts off our backs! News flash fuckhead: I was at a crossroads once too, asshole.  I stood in shoes not unlike your own for some time, then I made my decision: a strong decision, a good decision…unlike yourself. I utilized/activated the fundamentals in my heart of pragmatism and pro-action, regardless I didn’t know the verbiage. I made my choice to not be like you, to not crash in other peoples cars, to not victimize myself into delusions of entitlement, to not beg for other family’s hard earned money…..thus victimizing them and their children. I chose to use a responsible means of living, which includes NOT PISSING IN OTHERS PEOPLES CARS you piece of shit! What banner do you fly that enables you to do this, mentally? What institutions have you subscribed too, which allows you to arbitrarily take what you will from whoever is there at the time, based on your drug addled needs.

The Brace: You really don’t want help!
I have knee troubles just like you, I know the restoration gear used and thusly I recognized your expensive equipment as you hobbled around…..and I would hazard a guess that when your allegedly destitute, a knee problem is the least of your concerns, yet you obviously have received recent care, good care, doubtless at the taxpayers expense and your enablers emotional duress at whatever shelter you used to receive such attentions. In Seattle there are a plethora (read: very fucking many) of Shelters where you can whittle out a living with relative ease and little stress…..yet…you prefer my truck. But sleeping in my truck isn’t enough. You needed to piss…..and getting out was not part of the plan…that would require work. So you pissed right there. Good job dicknose. Once you relieved yourself of the last shot of rotgut swill you sucked down in some dark alley you decided to ransack my truck but did not have the wherewithal (read: presence of fucking mind) to steal anything. You truly are hapless…an embarrassment to your species (read: sub-fucking human)
But I digress. I wander from the veritable truths in which I am about to show you.

I know you Bum. I am not talking about your kind….im talking about you. I had you personally kicked out of a hotel not two days ago, I watched you scuttle past my office with your fancy knee brace and haggard beard….beady glittering eyes. The eyes of a thief……I know you all to well. I watched you eat stolen food from the very property I removed you from….then the next day I observed you, complete with godamn knee brace, on my Block…..standing out amongst the populace like herpes…in full bloom. But you can’t survive on my block for long…because I live there. I won’t allow it. I won’t stand for your self entitlement, for your stench, for your creed of hopelessness. In Seattle it’s impossible to be homeless other than by choice due to the copious amounts of aid and support that these fine citizens have been conned into thinking they owe you. We don’t owe you (or your homeless cronies) shit pal. You owe us. You owe us our fountains that you shit and bathe in. You owe us our Parks that you needle swap in, you owe us our street corners that we cannot let our children alone in. You owe us your lives lived responsibly and with care. You owe us your respect. You owe us tax dollars, squandered on consoling your “wounded souls”. You owe us our bus stops, you owe us our Market. Especially our Market: a bastion in this city that you and your hippie free-loading filth have over-run like feral maggots. You cover our public places like scum on a pond, thick and vile; reeking of your craft.
Your words this morning were appropriately incoherent but you were adamantly reminding me of your homelessness. I tell you now what I told you then: I don’t give a fuck. Get your homeless ass out of my truck and move on down the line bitch. I didn’t touch you because I wasn’t armed with protective gloves against your suspect bloodstream, had I been your shit would have been long gone, hucked with force down my street. You would have collected your pithy life the same way I collected mine once your utter ransack of my possessions was complete. You would have been urged not just with vocal force, but my guiding hand(s) of genuine interest. You and your knee brace would not have wandered peacefully onto the #56 bus to collect your breakfast scraps at the mission. In my hand was a scalding hot cup of coffee, perfect for rinsing your dreadlocked beard: did you get it? No you did not. I was kind. In days past the urgency of youth would dictate that and so much more as a healthy start to the day, under the circumstance. Do not assume fuckhead; that a man in a suit is not a man who hasn’t seen or been close to your very time, a man who hasn’t known the bitter dregs of reckless and wasted years or a man who in no way shape or form is afraid to get his hands dirty. I will get in your face again and now supplied with gloves in my home, I pledge to answer your next invasion more appropriately, you can be sure. I have no pity on you and while I stand somewhat alone in this city, I stand regardless.

Final Thoughts:
Long ago I joined the Human race, I became a citizen and I have toiled long and hard for my life to be fine tuned as it is now, as it has been for years, and I didn’t do it for you or your illiterate friends. I did it for myself and my loved ones. You are neither nor will you know the joys of being under the wings of my benevolence towards the ones I surround myself with. Had you not taken it upon yourself to piss, and trash and probably jack off in my rig…..I could easily say it’s my fault for leaving the locks open….but you took it to far and now you’re fucked. You can’t read this I know, but I am not worried. You are brazen, I have seen it. You will be on the bench on my block at some point this week, and I will discuss my feelings with you so I can be a better Seattle-ite and “talk about my feelings” and “let it out man” etc etc etc. I wont touch you, but I will show you my gloves and let you know: I know who you are and I will motivate you to never invade my personal space again.
There are still Men of Action in this town Bum, and I am one of the Great Ones in this band of warriors. We are Men, and we will not tolerate you helping yourselves to our lives, our sustenance and our families.