MY HOMELESS HOUSEGUEST Part 1

While working on my latest expose of the Obamanation,Homeless Hordes of the Urban Jungle,I befriended one of the people I interviewed and invited him to be a part of my family.Yes,I actually took a homeless person in off the streets and gave him a place to stay,it has been interesting and at times difficult to say the least.

I met "Wayne" in the public library of the college town where I do much of my research on Liberals.He'd just been released from jail on drug charges(posession of Marijuanna)and was using the computer to contact some of his friends on Facebook.I asked if he'd mind doing an interview for a project of mine,he agreed but said we'd have to do it some other time as he was meeting some folks in the park.While driving through town a week later,I ran into him again,this time he was willing to sit down and speak with me.

I offered "Wayne" $10.00 for his interview,he said he'd rather have a bottle of alcohol instead so I reluctantly agreed.We ended up at my house that evening,where he proceeded to brew some mushroom tea in the coffee maker and roll a large blunt.I hadn't been aware of the drugs in his backpack,but in retrospect I should've known he'd be carrying them.Within a couple of hours he'd consumed the entire bottle of liquor,2 glasses of mushroom tea and smoked the weed.

Despite the amount of drugs in his system,"Wayne" was able to answer my questions concerning his homelessness.He spoke of life on the road,hopping trains and attending various underground music concerts,ICP(Insane Clown Posse)in particular.Everything in his life centered around this music,drug use and women,nothing else seemed to matter.It was painfully obvious he was caught up in the "gangsta/druggie" culture,I decided to wrap up the interview,so in closing I asked him about his family.He lowered his head,remained silent for a moment,then raised it and with tears in his eyes said,"I miss my family,I can't see them because they don't approve of my lifestyle".That was the moment I started to feel sorry for this guy,so,I offered him a place to stay.He was shocked at 1st,but accepted my offer,however,he said wanted to go back to the college town for the night.

I drove him back to town,to a swimming pool he and his homies liked to hang out at.There,he met one of his crew,a fellow called Stoner.Stoner certainly lived up to his name,he was high as a kite and talked about nothing but drugs and where to buy and sell them.I left "Wayne" at the pool with his friend,doing more drugs of course,he assured me he'd be there the next day when I came to pick him up."You've got all my stuff in your car",he said,"so I've got to be here".Of course when I returned the next day he was nowhere to be found.

Once again,I ran into "Wayne" about a week later,this time he was walking along the highway of a neighboring town near the college.I pulled over and picked him up,"Man,I'm glad to see you" he said."You still got my stuff"?
"Yeah,it's right in the trunk where you left it",I replied.
"That's great! I thought I wouldn't see you again."
I asked "Wayne" if he still wanted to stay at my house,he said yes.
"Sorry,I wasn't at the pool the other day",he said,"the cops chased me and my buddy off".
Imagine that,I thought to myself.Having settled that issue,I drove to the farmers market,then returned home with my new houseguest on August 11th.

I told "Wayne" he wouldn't have to pay any rent until he found a job,for now he could just help out around the house.Due to sheer luck I managed to find him employment with a flooring contractor who lived down the street,just a week and a half after he moved in."Wayne" hadn't worked in a while and was happy to have a job,he came home each day with a smile on his face.Sadly,it wasn't long before he started to screw things up.

Shortly after he acquired the job,he hooked up with a woman who had a drinking problem.Together,they were like fire and gasoline.She kept him up on weeknights,drunk out of their minds until 3-5a.m.He started showing up late for work of course,and missed a day or 2 as well.His drinking/drug use escalated to the point he'd spend his paycheck within 24-48 hours.He was no longer the happy go lucky guy he used to be,now he was a violent,self centered drunk.During this time I made contact with his Mother and an Ex,they provided me with some much needed background information.

This was "Wayne's" standard operating procedure and had been for the last 10yrs.Basically,he'd been homeless by choice since he was 17.He was an alcoholic,complusive liar,hardcore druggie,thief,and a womanizer.He'd never held down a job longer than 6 months,and was bi-polar as well.His family wouldn't associate with him because of these behaviors,he'd hurt them emotionally,to many times.His real friends had turned their backs on him too,they simply couldn't take it anymore."You realize he's a lost cause,don't you"?,his Ex had stated to me."I've been praying to God for someone to help him",his mother replied.Having lost my mother to suicide due to her being a bi-polar substance abuser,I understood this poor woman's position all to well.I was more determined than ever to help this "kid" get his life back on track.However,this would prove to be easier said than done.

"Wayne's" behavior continued to spiral downward,he befriended a co-worker with a drinking/drug problem,who told him he was a grown man and didn't have to follow the rules in my house,this lead to numerous arguments between us.He also started stealing trinkets and other belongings of mine.He'd stated,"I get sticky fingers when I've been drinking,if anythings missing just ask me and I'll return it".He did return the items he stole,if I noticed and asked him to,but,he should never have taken them in the 1st place.By this time,his drinking and drug use had increased to the point that he was high 7 days a week.He was a train wreck waiting to happen,and it didn't take long.

He lost his job early in December,due to constantly being late and showing up for work reeking of liquor and weed.Rather than take responsibilty himself,he tried to place the blame on me.Yeah,good luck with that buddy.He applied for food stamps in order to help out with the bills,I have to keep his card with me,otherwise,he'd trade it for booze and drugs.Shorty afterwards I called the police on him due to his violent behavior.He was arrested on a warrant in another county,while being searched the police found a small amount of pot on him as well.He spent 2 weeks in jail and swore he'd clean up his act once he was released,"You've done so much for me,I should've been a better friend to you" he said.Since his release he has cut down on the booze/drugs and is attemping to stop smoking cigarettes,but continously looks for any opportunity to get high,while doing as little work around the house as possible.


"Wayne" is a mercurial bi-polar being,governed by his drug addictions and need for immediate gratification,I suspect he has attachment issues as well.

I'll keep my followers updated as the story unfolds.I'd like to ask everyone reading this to pray for "Wayne",he needs GOD's help desperately,otherwise he's going to wind up dead from a drug overdose or locked up in prison.Thank you for your support.

*I will be uploading photos of "Wayne" in the near future.



To be continued...