A Quiet Afternoon With Lenin and Jill Scott

Tags: V.I. Lenin, The Denniker Code, tweeker, my homeless attorney, homeless shelter, factotum, pulp fiction, jarvis, veterans shelter, bumfighting, Ant, Jill Scott, U.S. Vets

There is in the worst of fortune the best of chances for a happy change.---Euripides

    The old man, my homeless attorney, is sitting up here in my homeless veteran's dorm room, reading V.I. Lenin's "Left-Wing Communism, An Infantile Disorder" and another paperback . . . some trashy pulp fiction thing called "The Denniker Code."

    He could've been out driving his tweaker girlfriend around to her connections, but his $500 car broke down again, some sort of serious electrical trouble that kills batteries and alternators, so he's stuck reading the trash that's piled up on my quad's day room table while we listen to the music my old roommie Ant left behind . . . an afternoon of reading and listening to Jill Scott.

    Could be worse. He could be out on the street pushing a shopping cart and I could still be bumfighting and selling watered down fuel to the gasholes, but I have moved off the street and it looks like the old homeless man I adopted out there has moved with me.