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48. CHURCHES WERE LOCKED:

It’s like that sometimes I suppose - you can think and/or talk all about something all you want but the only way anything really happens is if you ‘ACT’ and if you make tangible some urge from whatever source it may be which is of course much of the tragedy of mass-killings slayings murders shootouts suicides and all the rest because MOST all of us never do ACT on an urge we rather just let it set in fester fume or we just keep thinking about things in different ways and become angry morose or nasty in ways others can see OR of course we simply withdraw but whichever we never act upon the urge - killings with a high-powered rifle from some tower somewhere or random wild shootings into cars along highways bombs dropped in supermarkets fires set in churches and all that : NO we’re much slower and deliberate when it comes to things and the long long end result of that oftentimes too is (plain and simple) ‘FAILURE’ the failure of the kind that these guys suffered from loss inaction no more intentions or strivings no more illusions even of getting somewhere else along the way and it’s at that point that even an apple becomes a treasure and that’s where I was at with these gentlemen (I call them so) and it became the time over a period of days that I often visited and went forth towards them to see what exactly they did during the colder days arriving - lounging with carts and staying warm beneath blankets at the old Collect Pond site now a meager park and windblown and lonesome too or they’d walk endlessly open-ended to see what it would bring - bakery cast-offs leftover food from this or that restaurant along the circuit purloined cigarettes and gloves or mittens cast-off by vendors or stolen from the same and the simplest hats of a hundred people found everywhere - blown off or left behind or discarded and considered lost and they ALL fit each and every and every day whether long or short was pretty much the same until weathers came - rainsnowsleethailice - and that certainly made the difference and back in these days before CHURCHES WERE LOCKED they always were there as refuge and soup kitchens and nunneries or any of the places known to feed the helpless and take in the indigent and then there was always Rikers Island the prison cell fit for a King if he didn’t mind bedding with bastards and buggers and creeps.