Gypsy Man - He Homeless

 2025-08-22:

I tried to listen to an audiobook, but the PM (Puppet Master voice) put this to an end with drugging and narcolepsy. He squeezes my eyes shut and slows my breathing down, so that I have no attention span.

Anhedonia?

I am so groggy.

 People think that I'm some kind of creep or pervert because I'm “diagnosed” with schizophrenia and bipolar. They can't seem to imagine that what my parents don't like in me is not what other people don't like in me or even actually really do like in me. That's what I call the houda effect. I’m really being slandered in a slanderous hoax by psychiatry.

I’m really not a creepy person. I’m really not a criminal. I’m really not a badass. I’m not even a junkie or a druggie. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t use alcohol or steal. I don’t lie. I don’t cheat. I get good grades in school and work hard. I’m a nice guy. I’m just being smeared.

I admit that I’m a communist.

I admit that I’m latently bisexual. I am male, and I’m not transsexual.

I admit I’m on disability checks and have been on welfare before, including public housing and food stamps. My family made me do that because they wouldn’t let me work and made me sick by drugging me and then forced me to not finish school on time and not work.

They lied to me and made me think I was crazy, made me think that they loved me and cared about me. And they didn’t. They made me look like total crap to the general public and friends and family. I was a total loser on the outside, but I’m not like that all the way. I’m a nice person. I intend to get past this.

Right now I'm truly drugged up on some kind of psychiatric drugs. I don't know what they are, but they're very sedating. My life is ruined. I have something like anhedonia. I can't function much and I can't work.

I get very little income from social security because I didn't work much before going on disability on my own work record. I can't afford all my necessities and get a subsidy from my family who say they resent it very much and don't want to do it much more in the future.

Most especially I can't afford good housing, in fact I can't afford housing at all right now and afford food and clothing.

Right now my mom has me living homeless on the street to avoid paying for housing. She gives me about $50 to $70 a day, mostly for food and resents this terribly, she says. This includes the money from my disability check.

 My Social Security check comes to about $1002 a month and then I have to pay $185 a month for my Medicare premium. That leaves about $817 a month to live on and to pay for everything that I need to pay for.

Mom likes to give me about an average of 500 extra dollars a month and then she comes along every few months and steals a lot of the things I own, like clothing and electronics. I don't know what she does with them.

At Christmas time last year I had had an apartment for about a year and a half and it was full of housewares. My mom kicked me out of that place and made me homeless and stole all my stuff.

Now I want to try to get a job if my family will let me. That way I could pay the bills and for food and things I need. I’ll probably have to make about $3000 a month. That might be difficult because I understand a lot of people today make only about $1500 a month and then get a welfare check to go with it or things like food stamps and public housing.

I face a lot of discrimination in the housing market as well as the job market. I get discriminated against when I go to buy health care too. I don’t know exactly how I’m being discriminated against. It might be race. It might be gender. It might be--I don’t know--class of some kind.

Someone just stole my backpack and most of my possessions in this world, including my wallet and ID and money. I called the police and reported it. They might be coming out to talk to me.

I called my mom and told her about it too. I'm supposed to go to court today in the morning.

I was going to go to a job fair this afternoon but I don't know how I can do that now. I don't have my resumes and crap like that now. Great.

My mom has been getting me in trouble with the cops by putting me in homeless shelters and hotels and not providing me with proper funding and ways to get along with people there by her subsidizing things and taking care of making proper diplomatic relations.

For most of the past 35 years she’s been my guardian In all ways and recently she’s been my guardian fiduciary with this other person being my guardian of other things like power of attorney and medical powers or whatever it's called.

I repeatedly faced charges for resisting arrest and also trespassing by trying not to be homeless in the wrong places and not leave a safe place when I was scared to go somewhere else.

I keep getting evicted by cops from one place to some other place. They’re basically deporting me from one place to another and sweeping me under the mat and trying to move me from one jurisdiction to another to cover things up and smooth them over.

In no way do I want to be homeless. I did not volunteer for this. It’s completely my family’s fault. They have money up the wazoo because they’re filthy rich and could easily pay for me to have housing anytime they want me to and think this is some sort of funny game to play on me and play on the general public and on the welfare state programs and personnel. This includes the cops.

I’d really like to get a job and not live in subsidized housing or welfare housing. I don’t like the kind of riff raff that live in these places. I really don’t fit in there.

I like to be honest. I like to pay taxes. I like to do my part. I like to work hard and be a good citizen. I’m a voter. I’m an honor student.

I have an honors degree at the baccalaureate level. I got into grad school at Cleveland State University. I can’t attend school because I can’t afford tuition right now and my family won’t pay for it. My parents have graduate degrees.

I’m sorry for the misunderstanding with the cops. It really was a misunderstanding. I didn’t want any trouble. I was just trying to figure out where I could go and not wander out onto the highway in the middle of the day with no money and nowhere to go in the middle of a suburb in the middle of nowhere.

That’s why I didn’t leave the hotel right away, when the cops asked me to and the people that worked there asked me to right away.

I just needed a little time. I wasn’t trying to trespass or resist arrest, and I was drugged up and confused and starved and completely broke.

I had a bunch of possessions in the hotel and no way to haul them away. I needed a car and my family wouldn’t come and pick me up.

I don’t have a bad criminal record I have a series of homeless person misdemeanors and I was charged once with a felony for assaulting a cop but the charges were dropped and the case was dismissed because it was a misunderstanding I really just tapped on his chest and called him an ******* or something like that, so I could get off the street that night. I was scared, and it was cold. I didn’t have proper things to wear, and it was dark. I was lonely and afraid.

I don’t understand why the cops never dig into their own pockets and wallets and get some money out to help the homeless people like it’s only supposed to be dealt with by some kind of police state draconian welfare state ***** program all the time.

Oh yeah, that’s because the people that are homeless are scum of the earth and dirt bags to the cops, and they hate their guts want them killed or eradicated in death camps as soon as possible, unless there are slave labor profits to be made.

And these damn charities disguising what they really are—whores bilking the public. They subsidize special interests they belong to, like Push-Move fantasy community housing projects for druggies, whores, and lesbians with welfare money for housing sociopaths They’re doing biotech research on guinea pigs also known as as live human subjects and partying.

Woe is me and humanity.

God save the whales. Whoops, it’s too late, and they’re dead as a doornail.

I quote the singer Morrissey from the band The Smiths. I simply say “And when a train goes by it’s such a sad song. It’s such a sad song.”