I asked the property manager at the apartment I was waiting at to pick up cast #77 if there was somewhere nearby I could use the bathroom.
She asked, ” Who are you? ”
I answered, ” My name is Dennis and I’m picking up one of your tenants to take to work and I don’t know this residential area… is there somewhere close by where I might be able to use a bathroom. ”
I saw her search for her humanity, struggle, judge, and identity.
” Take the elevator to the basement, in the laundry. ”
The relief is almost heavenly and I think of my homeless acquaintances and their struggles to find such luxuries and how in my city over the last 30 years, the powers that be have done fuck all to address this need!