Archive for the 'homelessness' Category
July 8, 2007

PHILIP
“Why are you doing that?”
TONY
“Doing what?”
PHILIP
“You’re a homeless guy tossing bits of your bread to pigeons, that’s what.”
TONY
“Well sometimes they’re the only company I have.”
Posted in bread, food, homelessness, pigeons, that, toss, waters, what, what goes around comes around | 3 Comments »
July 4, 2007

TONY
“You see that guy in the blue shirt coming this way?”
PHILIP
“Sure. Why ?”
TONY
“Believe it or not, he’s walked past me nearly everyday for maybe 5 years and he never once looked me in the eye.”
Posted in averted gaze, Burt Bacharach, dionne warwick, eyes, Hal David, homelessness, looked me in the eye, never, that look in his eyes, walk on by, walking down the street | Leave a Comment »
January 31, 2007
Posted in BS, clause 29 of the magna carta, cold, con, denunciation, fakes, friend, HIV/AIDS, homeless, homelessness, jail, jail justice, judge, justice, not knowing, odd job, rape, shame, sodomy | Leave a Comment »
January 27, 2007
PHILIP
I visited Tony in jail yesterday. He’ll be there for another 20 days or so, as a result of three minor offences, including a “failure to appear” charge pertaining to the trial for the other two minor offences. However, he’s got two further charges against him that are more serious. These could send him to prison for up to two years as I understand it. Tony wanted to make clear that none of the charges allege any actual or attempted physical harm to anyone. Also, he emphasized that these charges relate to events that occurred well before we started this blog.
Tony asks that if one of his readers is a lawyer — or knows one — who could handle Tony’s case, please email Philip at philip [at] sternthinking.com.
Separately, you are heartily invited to visit him (the Don Jail is located at Broadview and Gerrard). Visiting hours are 130pm – 4pm, 7 days a week. Just tell the front guard that you’re his friend. His full name is Anthony Clemens.
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PHILIP
“How are you?”
TONY
“Well I’m staying out of the cold. They put me in the medical ward to fix up my feet and my back and my knees and my collar bone and some other problems. They fixed the crack in my feet already; they’ve got this cream that really works. So that’s good. But I haven’t slept in 4 days so they’re giving me some drugs for that.”
PHILIP
“And they’re treating you right?”
TONY
“Oh yeah. Even when the officer arrested me the other day, he was a decent guy. He locked up my bike for me and even let me finish my cigarette before putting the cuffs on. They still have my glasses at 11th Division but I’ll get them in a few days.
“The problem is mostly that you can’t receive phone calls here and it costs 75 cents to make a call, unless you can call collect.
“Anyway, I’m staying out of that cold and they’re giving me food and fixing me up, so it’s not too bad for now. I’m not even missing my smokes much.”
Posted in a good side, address, arrested, bad back, bad feet, charges, cigarettes, deep skin cracks, Don Jail, homeless, homelessness, jail, phone, police, shelter, sleeplessness, smokes, smoking, staying warm, tired, Toronto | 6 Comments »
January 26, 2007
PHILIP
He went in front of a judge yesterday but did not make bail. I don’t know what the charge(s) are.
It’s going to be very cold tonight [-20C], so I see a good side to his situation, although I don’t know if Tony would agree.
I’ll tell you more when I speak to him.
Posted in a good side, arrested, bail, charges, cold, Don Jail, homeless, homelessness, jail, judge, police, shelter | 5 Comments »
December 29, 2006
PHILIP
“Tony, why don’t you look for a job? One guy even put a question on the blog asking why you don’t look for a job every day. Lots of people genuinely don’t understand why you don’t. I even bet quite a few people who are sympathetic to the homeless issue have problems with the job thing.”
TONY
“OK, well, first of all, you don’t get paid for looking for a job because you’re not at your panhandling station. So how am I supposed to get food when I’m looking for a job?
“And how are folks supposed to call me when I don’t even have a phone? Well, if anyone ever finds out that I went and got a cell phone, I bet most of ’em wouldn’t give me money again. A homeless guy with his own cell phone?! You got to be kidding me. Even if someone gave it to me I’m dead in the water.
“Then there’s that I don’t even have an address. You can’t even a shower except in a shelter or sometimes when you rent a room.
“Look at the bags under my eyes. How’s someone going to hire you if you got bags under your eyes since you don’t get enough sleep?
“I’ve got a bad back, my knees are killing me and there’s my collar bone. So I can’t do stuff with lots of walking or lifting things like I used to. I used to deliver those big phone books. You should try carrying eight phone books on your shoulder going straight uphill.
“Plus my feet are real bad. I’ve got a [deep skin] crack in both of ’em now.
“Anyway, just have those folks walk in my shoes for one day. Then you’ll understand what it’s all about.”
Posted in address, addresslessness, advice, bad back, bad choices, bad feet, cell phone, choices, crack, dead in the water, deep skin cracks, feet, get a job, homeless, homeless shelters, homelessness, irony, job, joblessness, mobile phone, mystery, panhandling, phone books, poor, poverty, shelter, shelters, shower, showerlessness, sleeplessness, tired, understand, understanding, walk in my shoes, what it's all about | 10 Comments »