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The Opposite of Inspiring

Well, quitting the internet didn’t work. And if you happened to visit yesterday only to see that this site was gone completely, that was an accident. I don’t know what happened, but it’s better now. For my triumphant return, please enjoy this deeply bitter and miserable rant:

Until a couple months ago, there was a dirty, dingy old Laundromat near 20th and Spruce. Even though most of the machines were broken and the place smelled like death, (mice behind machines) it was the closest Laundromat to my apartment and I’d wash my clothes there anyway.

The only employee I ever saw was an old man who never seemed to leave. He wasn’t very friendly, but he was pushing 80 and working 15 hours a day, 7 days a week in depressing dump of a business. Who would be friendly?

The Laundromat closed in March. The owners are renovating the space into a nail salon. I do my laundry at 15th and Spruce now. It’s much farther away, but it’s cleaner and friendlier.

On Tuesday I was walking by the old Laundromat. Sitting on its stoop was the old man who used to work inside. He was filthy, unshaven, wearing dirty clothes and obviously homeless. The Laundromat left, but he didn’t.

I was in a bitter fucking terrible mood, so to be honest, this sad sight barely touched my conscience. I wondered for a second if I should give him the address of the Social Security office, or the number of a social worker. But I didn’t. I don’t know where those offices are, and I don’t have the numbers to any social workers.

And what good would it have done? I assume that his life is over. What kind of help can anyone possibly give him? He’d have moved on if he wanted to. That shitty fucking place was his life. That’s what touched my conscience and made me sad. Miserable people and their shitty fucking lives.

If anyone out there is a more hopeful person than I am, you know where to find him.