"I am on Honda.com looking at the new Civic coupe Si," I replied.
"Oh, that is beautiful," Rosa said looking closely at the screen. "I love that color blue."
"You know," I said. "For so long I couldn't even afford a pack of cigarettes and now I am looking at new cars. It is strange, but it feels good. I hope to start work again soon."
Rosa hugged me and kissed me on the top of my head. "You're gonna be okay, kiddo," she said.
I walked Rosa home this morning and made a beeline straight to the shopping center which is near Rosa's house. I knew either Ferret or Big S would be out there and they both were.
"What's up, man?" Ferret asked me as I walked up.
"I am worried about you, dude," I replied.
"Oh, about the homelessness?"
"Yeah," I said. "It is going to be a cold winter."
Ferret shrugged off my concerns and went back to drinking his coffee. It never ceases to amaze me how people such as Ferret and I can just completely dismiss the future. Something I sorely need to work on. They say in A.A. to take it one day at a time, and I am trying. I want to be mindful of the future as well -- to have plans and goals.
"I'll be fine," Ferret finally said. His eyes bloodshot from last night's drinking session.
I walked on home with Ferret's predicament pressing firmly on my mind. I often want to be homeless again, but I don't know what I would do if it were forced upon me. Ferret has a choice though. He can sober up again, take his meds, and go to A.A. He spends a fortune on beer and liquor every week. I am not one to judge, though. It is his life after all.