The FairBloodyDinkum Blog

The homeless i’m on about here…
I run a group that looks after homeless on our streets and in the parks..right down at street level where your arse drags on the ground and everyday blends into the next without meaning, and are looked down upon with shame and disgust..notice i said SHAME? and some of you you sit there and go ‘hmmm’ inside your conscience, but what can I do? you say.
Lucky enough to have a job?..hate it or not..it’s dollars in the pocket each week you never had..to feed your children and provide for the family…and when you at the employed level, mortgage on the house and car payments, rates and bills, it can be hard to manage even on average wages..but what could you really do?

digressing…
I got a late one last night from a murrie mob I look after…a lady (with an eye knocked out from a fight) and her man…and a friend that looks after both best he can..a man i admire greatly..they were needing a feed..(lots more to the story but thats none of your biz..)

Sunday is a quiet day and it’s hard to get a free feed somewhere…
So I cooked up snags, made hot choccy and soup and went shared a feed for an hour or so..not a bad evening..all the week before it rained for a few days and nights..

Where were we?….camped in a garden behind a row of bushes for the night in the main street…there’s 3-4 places to camp around the streets, now and then police and security move them on…from one place to the other…

Another night….freezing cold..
2 disabled chaps, one’s a carer…both ill, on medication and suffering from the cold late at night…one chap had bleeding ulcers over his legs..was sick and looking for a truck to step in front of.
no where to go…just wanted a shower and feed..bed for the night..

and it goes on..
The lives of faceless people going nowhere..
how frustratingly fkn sad..