eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- they're leaving, and i only just got through the boarding house i work at is being shut down. SHUT DOWN. we can't afford to buy the desired sprinkler systems for the house, the council has set us this unrealistic condition if we want to stay open. they made the deal with us that the three main fire hazard men leave by 2pm that day, and everyone else can have 30 days, or the whole place had to close within 24 hours. THE CUNTS! the absolute fucking retarded moldy fannied cunts. we are trying to find accomodation for 33 schizophrenic men and women, of all ages, sizes and weird obsessive compulsive habits. so, the men and women have started being relocated to their new special restrictive services housing, each day a few or one of them leave. i haven't been able to take the digi camera over and take snaps of their little faces, just for memories, i don't want to lose track of all these guys i've been looking after for four months. so i'm going to list the ones that have left, as they go. these are the ones we've lost so far: joseph hubray - big huge bear of a guy with a beard to match, approx. 45 yrs old. favourite moments with joseph: 'why don't you sit on my lap, love, and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up'. AH HAHAHAHA. another beauty: 'i'm a mushroom - i live in the dark and get fed bullshit'. he left by 2pm on the day we found out it was closing - on account of him being one of the major fire hazards - he smokes in his friggin bed. he'd never let anyone into his room to clean it, but eventually i wrangled my way in and cleaned him and his things, tidied all his porn mags up and sorted out his cassette tapes. loves metallica and anything ROCK. very smart man. is depressed about his mental illness. showered once a week MAXX. peter curran - one of my top three favourites. approx 38-40 yrs old. another big bear - always darting around, listened to me - showered at my suggestions thank christ, i helped him dress and he'd pull his track pants over his sizable tummy and tuck his tshirt in, wearing shoes with no laces. i love this man. he'd glare at me like a frightened animal as he went past but in an instant he'd be play fighting with me, giggling like a little four year old boy and trying to kick me, karate style. sigh. everyday i'd count the amount of ciggie burns in his mattress and record them, keeping track. he'd burnt his last three accoms down, this was supposedly the end of the line for him. sometimes he'd say 'i'm just mary currans ugly son, mandy, i'm no one, i've done nothing with my life' in a brief moment of clarity, and then i'd ask him if he was alright, he'd say 'yeah i'm alright mandy, you alright mandy?' then he'd throw himself onto his bed and tickle his moustache with his fingers, anxious. john barnard - trades ciggies for blow jobs with the women, about 70 yrs old, had a pet pidgeon that climbed up his leg like a rat, bringing on a pidgeon invasion by his encouragement, feeding them his dinners. made tally ho papers out of newspaper and glue from flour and water, always asked me what's for dinner, and went out for a smoke while i made his bed and collected his washing. didn't manage to get him into the shower more than once. his pidgeon died a week after he left. steven nevins, quiet older gentleman. never really let me in. wore a suit everyday. didn't shower. wore a cap. very kind looking, but sad. probly from his meds. he's an old alco. ivy, joy, jim pattison, john sully, eddie - when i have more time. 5:59 p.m. - 2005-01-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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