Here I am, homeless, sitting in my car parked next to the PanAmerican public park restrooms off Fairfax Boulevard at 5:30 in the morning typing on my powerbook. I have the windows rolled down and the slight breeze of fresh public park air coming in is refreshing.
I had been crashing on Mad Moss' couch, but he likes to keep at least one high-watt lamp on (the one directly over my face) with all the doors and windows shut, which makes his apartment into a nice sauna but a lousy place to sleep.
He keeps a light on because it is hard enough to negotiate the treacherous piles of garbage and slime on his living room floor on the winding path of rotting wet stuff to the bathroom in broad daylight, much less at night. Much lesser after a few evening pints of vodka. And Mad Moss always has a few pints of vodka before he crashes.
Mad Moss refuses to open a window or any other type of ventilation because of the maggots and gnats. There's so much rotten food and saucers of Moss's spewed-up blood on the living room floor that insect scavengers are lining up on his porch in great clouds of anticipation for a shot at the feast inside.
Gnats and maggots love a full blown alcoholic's living room.
At 3:30 in the morning I couldn't take the heat and stink any longer. My underwear was soaking wet from perspiration and my hair was sticking to the filthy pillow Moss offered me when he let me sleep on his couch instead of out on the street in my car somewhere . . . where I belong.
Why he thought his nasty living room would be a better place for me to sleep than out on the street is a mystery to me. It is much cooler outside here in my car, even with my clothes on.
I don't know why Moss's apartment is so steaming hot all the time. I suspect the presence of some over-ripe demon.
I guess Mad Moss's heart was in the right place when he offered me his couch to sleep on instead of sleeping out on the street, but some people's homes are more nightmarish than the street. Moss's is.
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