Time Travel On The Nickel

That's it. I'm done for this morning. I've created three . . . uh, stories, three THINGS this morning that only existed before in the memories of Midnight Mission madmen.

Now these three things have substance. They've broken out of the surreal world of us tramps living on the Nickel in downtown L.A. I've birthed them into the real world. They exist now, have form now AND, ladies and gentlemen, these transcribed tales of cardboard city have time travel beacons attached to them.

What the hell are you talking about, James? What's this 'time travel beacon' crapola?

Oh, okay. I mean that these things, these little stories, these fragile madman memories, now can be accessed from the future. As long as I am alive and sentient, or as long as someone has stored these little stories of camper-dwelling senile old men and motherless crackheads and birdhouses in the sky on their harddrives or on a floppy or CD or at least bookmarked the posts --- up til the edge of the end of time or until quantum computers are perfected, whichever comes first --- these stories can be accessed by future generations.

Think of it. These little stories, generated on my obsolete 333 gigahertz email machine, are like monuments on Mars : right there for the technologically advanced of the species to see and wonder over, even in the future.

Will they look back on the carnage at the intersection of Los Angeles and 5th Street in wonder? Or will the dystopia of The Nickel spread to every corner of our country like the nightmare scenes in Children of Men?

I'm tired. This is my sleep time. I stayed up this morning after having worked graveyard all night (welcome to the world of the working homeless) because it's my first day off. My homeless veterans shelter roommate Ranger Mike is gone getting his bowels butchered at the V.A. and the old man, my homeless attorney, and/or his tweeker daughter haven't showed up at my room yet. I saw a window of opportunity to write, but now I'm tired. Time travel is so exhausting. I'm gonna go lie down now.

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