The Homeless Kitchen

Is where, one should expect to encounter the despairing tales, of those that at some point in their life aspired to be rich and famous... while failing to recognize the catalyst that play an important part in the unfortunate positions that the patrons of which find themselves in... AND THIS VISIT WOULD BE NO EXCEPTION.

AS about 20 years ago, I frequented a place called St Ben's , which is located across the street from the courthouse; in downtown Milwaukee. For the purposes of this blog, that I will refrain from the use of sarcastic expressions with. Simply because, I think that the encounter... although, not very enlightening for me, deserves to be recounted as close to per batum as possible. With respect to the blatant nonsense being used in the facilitation of alternative rehlms of existence, as opposed to the one frequented by an overwhelming contingent of society. Whom currently have little to nothing to do with the trajectory of a reality, that for lack of a faar more appropriate response... let's just say didn't evolve out of thin air.

Which,my friends... is just about as sarcastic as Imma get with this blog. That starts with me sharing a table with several other visitors... being that of a young black and white couple in their mid 20"s, and a Obese Hispanic Woman and myself; whom were both in our late 30's. So with this said... in hindsight, I don't think that Hispanic Woman ate explitive , or at least I don't see how... when in fact, she was too focused on this couple. Which in soooo maaannnnyyy ways, is reminiscent of the caravaners in the Mil, whom are soooo busy stalking me; that it would seem that no other type of employment is even remotely being entertained... in my biased, but accurate assessment of which.

Nevertheless, I don't want to loose focus of this encounter, that started with the Hispanic Woman; looking down upon these 2 peaceful beings. With enough heat in her eyes, to weld two I beams together like superman... I kid u not. Before, being frustrated to the point that she just got ill... and the tirade went like this.

Hispanic Woman: "THEY BEAT Y'ALL AND MADE SLAVES OUT OF YOU AND LOOK AT YOU!" The comment being directed at the young brother.

Young Black: "NOTHING."

Young White Woman: "NOTHING."

Me: "NOTHING." Which arguably could have had something to do with the woman being large enough to body slam all three of us together... as I was pimping weight,at the time. Although, I really don't think that was it... but the Hispanic Woman had a bigger chip on her shoulder than most Afro Americans... and it didn't take a jenus. To ascertain, that she had probably had the child she was dining with, with an Afro American; whom left her for a White Woman. Which was somewhat reckless, but under stable at the same time. N, although I wasn't about to involve myself; in something eerily similar to what I refer to as the bait and tackle... tactical response Where Janglers are directed to insight violence, via 2nd and 3rd party gas skits. That are the catalyst for a great deal of the dysfunction we experience in society today, and arguably should be addressed via public sanctioning... but once again, I don't want to get off course with this blog.

However, the nonsense that impedes the progress of society isn't about race, as it involves all nationalities; by default of it's pervasiveness... IF NOTHING ELSE, but certainly there are countries other motivations. N, had I been sitting there being berated... I would have calmly asked... do you believe in, God? Much like I did in a recent bait and tackle initiative aboard a municiple transit bus that didn't record any video. which once again, it really don't take jenus to figure out why. As it would seem, that since their is no cure for what I have dubbed GLAD syndrome... society would rather appease it, and pass on all that love to the rest of us. Which is fine, as I say time and time again, that everyone should experience nonsense at least five times in you're life... and as many times as it takes, until you reach that zone... Be it, the In Zone, Twilight Zone Fire Zone , Crossing Zone, what have you.

Meanwhile, I just wanna infacize, that we at esgrow are only interested in the facts... as MY HUSTLE is a faar cry from those complicit in my persecution. N, with that said, I hope this serves to aid someone,somewhere in understanding why Imma always be sugar free. #hello