My First Fight

I am not very proud of myself this day as I got into a fight with someone who was trying to take my shoes as I was sleeping. It ain't very nice and I am ashamed of what I had to do,, but those are my shoes and that's all I've got, except sandals for foot wear.

It started as I was sleeping on a bus stop bench that is covered and keeps the wind and rain off me. I get comfortable and begin to fall asleep, when I notice someone is trying to remove my shoes. I begin kicking the crap out of them from a lying down position and one or two of my kicks land dead center.

I get a kick or two in and the perp runs off to wherever he or she is off to and I notice that some of my tee shirts are gone also,, probably taken by the same perp.

Anyway, it ain't real safe out here, so I call a friend and score a pad for the evening. It's dry and then I get a shower in the morning. I'm grateful to those who help and to those who care,,, what I can't understand is why those that are mean do this to others. I guess reversing roles with them allows me to see them for who they are,, nothing but bullies and full of fear. Anyway, have a nice day and remember, you too can fall, so be grateful for those little miracles like shelter, food and a warm shower.