It’s weird re-living Hate Man’s final days on the Facebook “Memories” feature. On this day 2 years ago, Hate with 10 days left to live. As the clock ticks down. . . . . .
March 22, 2017: Hate Man is really struggling tonight. 11 PM Wednesday night.
He keeps going “Ah-ah-ah-ah!!” Sort of groaning in pain. His back hurts (went to the chiropractor today but didn’t quite get aligned). He’s having trouble breathing. He doesn’t have hardly any energy (from the anemia). A cop dumped all of his stuff into the street (the cop felt it was blocking the sidewalk) so his stuff is all disorganized. He was out in the rain last night so his stuff got all wet (it really came down last night, nearly an inch of rain). And he’s 80 years old.
Aside from that everything’s fine.
“You need anything, Hate.” I asked.
“No I’m fine,” he said.
And then went back to going “Ah-ah-ah-ah!”
Such is life on the streets.