Truck

Portland OR

Description

I'm a homeless person who had my camp swept today. I had couches that I let people sleep on and in return have the safety benefit of having people around me. Which I need. For multiple reasons. Both health reasons, because I'm a disabled person who's chronic dizziness was in remission and now it's returned. I needed that living room I set up. I needed that family I was building in it. I needed those people around in case men decide to come punch me in the face. And they do. Every day. At least they pretend like they're going to but really they don't want the smoke. Occasionally one of em does though. Like say, the night before last. I got hit in the face by someone tripping their face off and in the throws of delusions. He needed to get away from my fire and be told he's tripping. I did. I blocked like 5 of his shots before he got me in the eye. I didn't even really retaliate my friend did for me though and it helped. Anyways. Then I wake up today with only one couch here. The city swept them, and only them as a likely retaliation for my being publicly not a fan of the police. Likely as retaliation for helping the people they'd rather be in pain and hurting and unable to have a place to sit down. I want to multiply them today. I want them respawned. There are couches for free all over the city and you can find them online. There are recliners and tables too. We could use those. Elevating your feet is a common need as a homeless person. For swollen feet. We need a spot for these people to have rests assuming they can respect my living room to a certain extent. I allow all different types of people to sit on my couches. Mostly who ends up sitting on them are the people who needed them over there at jail support but instead tourists who have homes to go to come to the camp and sit in them and judge them from them. So when I made my camp they already knew they were safe on my couches. I was the one who was speaking up for them to be able to sit in them. After losing my voice to have them brought there. I was the one who was watching over them while they slept on them very often. I affectionately refer to my camp as the special needs camp and that's what they stole from me today. I don't care how much pain my body is in today, which is a lot. I'm getting more couches here today. Who's down to help me? Please. I got the last round of couches here by myself with my car. I have inflammatory arthritis of the spine and I can't be doing this over and over if there's any other way. I know there's some people in this city of Portland who are willing to donate their time and use of their truck and maybe some manpower. I'd really appreciate it. Seating is a human right. And my camp might not be open to all of the public but it's open for the ones who respect my life, and the life of my family sitting on my furniture. It's open for the ones I see who need it. And I need them too. I will not be stopped. I chained myself to this parking meter once. Because they shot my friend in the face right next to it for playing a song Now I stay up and play songs from speakers here all night long from couches that I bring here myself even though it defies my diagnoses. It's gonna take a lot more than a sweep to get me And eventually they're gonna learn that for everything they do to me, I only end up stronger. It's literally how our bodies heal too. So go ahead. Maybe I could use to do some powerlifting for the men I'm having to fight alone often. Up until I had a plan to change that. And guess what? It worked. I was defended. When I needed it most. It's not for no reason. It's cause of those couches, that speaker, and my desperate need and desire for family. I could move my camp since they swept it. I could just bring these next couches to another location But I'm here for a reason. I'm here for a thousand reasons. I'm gonna go get couches that I use so that more people don't get hurt in this exact location that my friend did anymore when they don't have to. I'm here outside the jail and police station with couches and cigarettes because maybe just maybe that's all it takes to stop the bullet leaving the policeman's gun and the homeless person having the "mental health crisis" (otherwise known as a valid response to active trauma) because when you're this poor and in this much pain, and this beat up by society, with witnesses often too coward to help, it's not a mental health crisis anymore. Poverty is traumatic when performed to this extent. Neglect is a plague And we need to wake up And yall can keep just talking about that and handing out free Bibles or whatever the hell you wanna do or you can come help me move some furniture. Or you can watch as I do it on live video in a lot of pain and then come back here and curse out, in the style of Jesus, the opps in the suits that act all important staring at the camp from behind the federal fence they waged their civil war from behind.