Acid Heroes

June 23, 2017

Sunshine

Filed under: Backwords from Ace — Ace Backwords @ 7:17 pm

 

fb_img_1494987962752.jpg

Sunshine on my shooo-ders makes me happy . . . .

This is long-time Berkeley street person Sunshine. And what a little dumpling of love she is.

One of Sunshine’s favorite routines — for years and years! — was to call 911 to call for an ambulance. She used to do it 3 or 4 times a week. For YEARS!!

We’d all be hanging out on the street scene. Next thing you know ambulances and fire trucks are rushing towards the scene. Siren blasting and lights flashing.

“What’s going on?”

“Sunshine. Again.”

“Oh.”

And the paramedics would all go rushing towards Sunshine, who was on the street corner waiting for them. “What’s the problem?”  “My tummy really really hurts. I feel really really sick.” So they’d strap her to the stretcher. And haul her carcass off to the hospital.

I’m not sure what the psychology of it was with Sunshine. I guess she liked being the center of attention. And having all these people rushing to help her. And sometimes she’d get a warm bed for a night at the hospital. So she’d pull this routine 3 or 4 times a week. For years.

Image may contain: 1 person

“Hmmm. . . Let’s see. I could take the bus to the hospital, which is only about 15 blocks away, and get there faster than if I called an ambulance. And it would save the city $5,000 . . . NAH! I’m taking the ambulance!”

It used to piss me off. Because I heard it cost the city something like $5 thousand bucks every time the ambulance came. So I hated the waste of it. But I guess the ambulance people didn’t care. They were getting paid

So anyways, one night I’m at my 25 cent book street vending stand. It had been a long hard day dealing with one customer after another. But it was 10 o’clock now. And things had finally quieted down. And I could finally start to relax. I poured myself a big cup of Olde English. And took a big hit off my joint. And just as I was kicking back and making myself comfortable, and turning my radio on to a nice relaxing radio station. I noticed good old Sunshine headed for the payphone right behind me.

“Oh no. She better not be. . . ”

Of course she was. Next thing I know my peace and quiet is shattered by sirens blaring. And lights flashing. And paramedics and cops rushing towards me. And Sunshine saying “My tummy really really hurts.”

And the whole mad scene went on for at least an hour (seemingly) before they finally hauled Sunshine’s carcass off to the hospital.

The next day I told Sunshine: “DON’T YOU EVER PULL THAT ROUTINE AT MY VENDING TABLE EVER AGAIN!!”

And out of respect — or fear — for me, she never did. Sunshine would always use the payphone at the next block.

.

.

Advertisements

1 Comment »

  1. August 6, 2016 · Berkeley, CA ·

    Long-time Telegraph street person, Sunshine. Spreading waves of joy, allegedly, wherever she goes.

    Sunshine just puttered into Hate Camp. Tweaking as usual. Picked up the paper bag we use for our garbage bag, and the big rock that Hate Man uses to anchor the corner of his bed roll from the wind. And threw them into the garbage can. For no particular reason.

    “Uh Hate Man,” I said. “Sunshine just dumped the garbage bag and your rock into the garbage can. Again.” Sunshine does stuff like that repeatedly when she’s tweaking.

    “FUCK YOU, YOU SNITCH,” said Sunshine when she overheard me. “MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS AND KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT OR ELSE I’LL KNOCK YOU OUT, YOU DRUNK!!”

    “Oh fuck you,” I said.

    Sunshine shuffled over towards me.

    “I’m not really mad at you, honey. I’m just tired from not getting any sleep.”

    And shuffled off.

    I’m glad I didn’t use my standard line on her.

    “Yeah I’m drunk. But I’ll wake up tomorrow sober. While you’ll wake up tomorrow just as stupid as you are today.”

    Sunshine has enough problems as it is.

    Comment by Ace Backwords — June 23, 2017 @ 7:49 pm | Reply


RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: