"I See You're Still Alive"

The homeless people in Kailua-Kona know me. Kailua is where I started when I came to Hawaii. It's bloated with tourists. I went back a few days ago to get my mail. A hirsute man walking down the sidewalk recognized me from the free-meals-and-services-for-homeless-people place and said, "I see you're still alive." I smiled and stuff. Then I went to the library and got some comic books.

A couple of weeks ago in Kailua, I made a homeless friend named Judy. She is an ex-hippie, ex-biker, ex-healthy person. I think she's in her late 50s. She introduced me to the aforementioned welfare place. The manager there told me that she's "one of the good ones." She lives with lots of cats in a really awesome nook in the woods behind a shopping plaza. The day I met her she had a relapse of some sort of illness after eating a mean burrito and went to vomit blood behind a dumpster. More than once. When I went back to Kailua, I asked a friend of hers how Judy was and she said that Judy'd been taken to the hospital. Still vomiting blood. Well, I hope you get well Judy. Maybe I'll be walking down the sidewalk in Kailua some day and I'll see you without expecting it. I'll smile and I'll say, "I see you're still alive." Good luck.

I'm gonna escort some kids up the hill and get some beer now.