OKay podnuh. New in town? Broke? Passin through? Stranded in Albany and waitin for some Western Union love? I'm gonna drop a Jewl that should take some stress off. If you can walk, you won't starve. Don't believe me? You better ask somebody. Or Hustle up 2 bits and make a copy of this.
Players
Albany Rescue Mission(ARM)600 Monroe
Salvation Army(SALLY) 300 w 2nd
First Baptist Church(FBC) 200 Jefferson/ 400 Broad
First United Methodist Church(FUM) 300 Flint/ 400 Jefferson(Jackson)
St Marks Episcopal(ST MArk's) 300 Jefferson
First Presbyterian(PRES) 300 Jackson
Sherwood Baptist(Sher) West Side
Faith Community Outreach(FAITH) 400 w Society
Arcadia Church (ARCAD) 800-900 Jackson
Community Christian Church 2nd Ave/Slappey
Hines Memorial Baptist Church(HINES) corner of Madison & Roosevelt
Monday
Breakfast-ARM;SALLY
Lunch-ARM;FAITH
Dinner-ARM;SALLY
Tuesday
Breakfast-ARM;SALLY
Lunch-ARM;FAITH;ST M;ARCAD
Dinner-ARM;SALLY
Wednesday
Breakfast-ARM;SALLY
Lunch-ARM;FAITH
Dinner-APR;SALLY
Thursday
Breakfast-ARM;SALLY( Sherwood on Dray Line)
Lunch-ARM;FAITH;StM
Dinner-ARM;SALLY
Friday
Breakfast-ARM;SALLY (Mother Davis on DRAY Line as the spirit moves)
Lunch-ARM;FAITH
Dinner-ARM;SALLY
Saturday
Breakfast-ARM;SALLY (CCC on Dray Line 1st& 3rd )
Lunch-ARM; FBc 1st&3rd; FPRES 2nd
Dinner-ARM
Bunday
BreakfastARM;SALLY;Hines; CCC(1st & 3rd)
Lunch ARM
Dinner FUM
Snack Packs available during the week as available from First UMC, First Pres, Albany Outreach, and Charlene at the tag office. Now that you now what's being served where, make sure you find out the when. The only way to be on time is to be early.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Peace to Sister Sandra
We are the disinherited, the misfits, the poor and downtrodden. We quietly buck the social call to normalcy. Family doesn't get it. They always ask "WHY?". "She was so......" ;"He was such a ...."; "they were doing so good before....". And shake heads , cluck tongues, wring hands and lament as if we were dead. We quit jobs because we don't feel like going anymore. Too tired. too beat, too proud. But they treat us like criminals. We quit school because we were old enough to quit and had to help Mama with the other kids, or got pregnant with the one that points a finger and screams CRACKHEAD in our face or we made more money on the hustle than that high school graduate cousin changing grease at Church's (before the we got busted). For every dozen of us, there are 12 stories for how we got here. At this table. On this street. In this line, In this orbit , On this track. We are the exceptions that disprove the rule. Good people lose homes. Eat at Soup Kitchens. Need help to get by. We run the same circuit every day. The number of places we can go to escape the heat or cold or rain without being captured and put on display at Dougherty County Jail shrinks almost daily. NO LOITERING signs at the HOMELESS Shelter-How cruel is that? Broke-in-America is a crime waiting for a charge.
We make some of you cringe. You make assumptions about our character without knowing our names. The nasty look from a lady with a fish on her tag (must be a PISCES cuz she aint no christian). The man with a bumper sticker that proclaims his church's name who frowns and speeds past, afraid he'll have to make a christian decision if someone asks him for change. We draw the bile out by just living and refusing to die, just to make someones morning drive more pleasant or spoiling a kodak moment while going through the park. We are the test of your faith.
"How can you say you love God whom you have never seen, yet hate your brother whom you see everyday?"
Fuck it. I don't bow down to you or anybody else. I'm broke. Why do you care where the money went? Will you give me enough for shelter tonight? Why do you care why I don't have a job? Are you going to give me one? Or do I add yours to the mountain of rejections that I already have? Fuck You. I see the world you live in, the fear you drink like water and piss on those around you, stinking the planet up with the stench of your fright. Misery loves company and we leave you lonely. You hate to see us laugh. You think we know what you do not. We make you paranoid. Why, you wonder, would we opt to live outside of your zoo? We hustle yards and lots, collect cans and scrap iron. Work day labor and sell blood and clean houses when we could go to work like you and be too afraid to lose a job to stand up like a free human being in the face of some one's shit. You puppet. Dance Shine Dance. Run that race like a hamster in a wheel in a cage. Indulge yourself in that madness of finetuning the machine designed to kill you. Death row inmates plaiting nooses for the state.
Huh BREATHE. No right no wrong just venting because sister Sandra is dead. We met on the track. We laughed and smiled. I liked her a lot and I will miss her.
RIP Grandma Dynamite aka Sandra Williams peace and Power to the people
We make some of you cringe. You make assumptions about our character without knowing our names. The nasty look from a lady with a fish on her tag (must be a PISCES cuz she aint no christian). The man with a bumper sticker that proclaims his church's name who frowns and speeds past, afraid he'll have to make a christian decision if someone asks him for change. We draw the bile out by just living and refusing to die, just to make someones morning drive more pleasant or spoiling a kodak moment while going through the park. We are the test of your faith.
"How can you say you love God whom you have never seen, yet hate your brother whom you see everyday?"
Fuck it. I don't bow down to you or anybody else. I'm broke. Why do you care where the money went? Will you give me enough for shelter tonight? Why do you care why I don't have a job? Are you going to give me one? Or do I add yours to the mountain of rejections that I already have? Fuck You. I see the world you live in, the fear you drink like water and piss on those around you, stinking the planet up with the stench of your fright. Misery loves company and we leave you lonely. You hate to see us laugh. You think we know what you do not. We make you paranoid. Why, you wonder, would we opt to live outside of your zoo? We hustle yards and lots, collect cans and scrap iron. Work day labor and sell blood and clean houses when we could go to work like you and be too afraid to lose a job to stand up like a free human being in the face of some one's shit. You puppet. Dance Shine Dance. Run that race like a hamster in a wheel in a cage. Indulge yourself in that madness of finetuning the machine designed to kill you. Death row inmates plaiting nooses for the state.
Huh BREATHE. No right no wrong just venting because sister Sandra is dead. We met on the track. We laughed and smiled. I liked her a lot and I will miss her.
RIP Grandma Dynamite aka Sandra Williams peace and Power to the people
No Time
Before he heads to the bus station to build and trap flies, my man D (Darius) drops a jewl that makes me laugh because its so true. We were snatching from the ethers downtown when a cat fresh out of jail comes over to bum a square and cry on our shoulders, well not on our shoulders but he did shed some real tears. He loves his woman and she loves him, but she is bi-polar and has a cyst on the brain and has had him on a roller coaster ride for the last year of the three they've been together. In jail and out of jail and back to jail again. Always because of her drama he says. Fucked up a job paying 1200 a week cause he couldn't go to work wondering where she was. Supported her various habits through petty crime. Beat up men that she sends mixed signals to. Took beatings from men she sent mixed signals to. "I just don't know what to do", he says. D just shrugs and says"leave the bitch. There's a big ass asteroid headed this way right now and aint no time for the bullshit."
Truer words have seldom been spoken. There is a big asteroid headed this way and if something doesn't happen, then we're all fittin to see whose been right or wrong. Good or Bad, Naughty or Nice. Streets made of gold, crystal cities, valhalla and endless war. 70 veiled virgins and a case of viagra. Whatever happens to be your idea of the afterlife. I imagine that if one polled the nation you would see very few responses along the lines of "Oh yeah, I'm definitely going to the lake of fire" or "I'm pretty sure it's gonna be hell". No one really believes that, because it would ruin the whole purpose of the threat of everlasting punishment. Hell would not be Hell if it was your destination. There is something wrong with a scenario in which a true believer sees hell coming. There are too many ways to get out of it. Too many last minute confessions of faith. Deathbed conversions .Last rites, Bullocks to slaughter, Bribes(tithes) to pay etc... Always an out. Always a trap door to escape the clutches of Justice.
If you are a true believer in a living God ( and I don't mean a regular church/temple/masjid attendee), then you have to believe that there is a payoff for not killing the lady in front of you at Harvey's who brings 22 items to the 10 item express line or stealing for the helluvit, sleeping with your brothers wife etc... Why fight the instinct without the reward? Deeper Still, the payoff should be greater than pleasure/relief forfeited from not staying one's hand from sin. Otherwise "mere anarchy is loosed upon the world".
No Time is closing in on us. 2000 years ago John relayed the words of the Ancient of Days and they were "Surely I come quickly". Is he riding the Asteroid?
Truer words have seldom been spoken. There is a big asteroid headed this way and if something doesn't happen, then we're all fittin to see whose been right or wrong. Good or Bad, Naughty or Nice. Streets made of gold, crystal cities, valhalla and endless war. 70 veiled virgins and a case of viagra. Whatever happens to be your idea of the afterlife. I imagine that if one polled the nation you would see very few responses along the lines of "Oh yeah, I'm definitely going to the lake of fire" or "I'm pretty sure it's gonna be hell". No one really believes that, because it would ruin the whole purpose of the threat of everlasting punishment. Hell would not be Hell if it was your destination. There is something wrong with a scenario in which a true believer sees hell coming. There are too many ways to get out of it. Too many last minute confessions of faith. Deathbed conversions .Last rites, Bullocks to slaughter, Bribes(tithes) to pay etc... Always an out. Always a trap door to escape the clutches of Justice.
If you are a true believer in a living God ( and I don't mean a regular church/temple/masjid attendee), then you have to believe that there is a payoff for not killing the lady in front of you at Harvey's who brings 22 items to the 10 item express line or stealing for the helluvit, sleeping with your brothers wife etc... Why fight the instinct without the reward? Deeper Still, the payoff should be greater than pleasure/relief forfeited from not staying one's hand from sin. Otherwise "mere anarchy is loosed upon the world".
No Time is closing in on us. 2000 years ago John relayed the words of the Ancient of Days and they were "Surely I come quickly". Is he riding the Asteroid?
Track Notes/Jackson Street Blues
There are at least 3 crack houses within rock throwing distance of the Sally and they all have been raided in the last week or so. A word to the wise being sufficient, I would advise fellow travellers on the same orbit on my rotation to stay clear if ya stridin dirty. I aintcha daddy and I aint got no bail money and if I had it then your dumbKNOWyougot warrants ass couldn't get it after you ignored this sweet advice. The Horror-scope says its time to change playgrounds and playmates if you can't change toys.
First Baptist is moving to Lee County, but will continue its First and Third Saturday Meals at it's current location on Broad across from SunTrust and Jefferson across from the Post Office 11:30 Am. If you can't act like a human being with these folks or the First Methodist Folks (5:45 pm) every Sunday or the Christian Covenant Ministry on First and Third Sundays ( (8:30 am) or Bro Larry's people (3 times a day until further notice) or Faith Community (daily lunch 11:30) or the episcopals (tuesday and thursday) 11:30am or the presbyterians (second saturday snack packs) then keep your ass at what passes for home and stop selling your stamps to the Dope Man for fitty cents on the dollar. Ungrateful Bastards. Say what? Well, an old friend useta tell me that if you throw a rock in a pack of dogs, the one that hollers is the one that was hit. Holla.
The Dray line seems to be drying up. It's partly a slow economy and partly because all those hungry, thuggish/ruggish looking cats want to Bumrush the trucks and , no surprise, your potential employers get cases of Reginald Denny complex and L A riot Flashbax. I wouldn't come through there either and I can fight and have been to the Chain Gang twice! How about the first man there gets the first two tryouts. Number two gets the next 2. If a break needs 3 men, then the first three get to audition.. and if nothing pops off after 2 chances man number 1 slips to the back of the line and so on. When word gets out that the line is organized and user friendly, things will pick up. Until then the Line will be victim of word of mouth of scared breaks who need your services but can't risk getting car-jackd or robbed. And those of you haters who throw salt on each other. What business is it of yours or a Breaks what a man does with HIS money? Keep that salt in your pocket and stop putting it on your brother!
I've worked off the Line before and I know there aint a snowballs chance in Hell that this suggestion will be taken seriously. But-Real Talk- If we don't regulate ourselves somebody else will do it for us.
First Baptist is moving to Lee County, but will continue its First and Third Saturday Meals at it's current location on Broad across from SunTrust and Jefferson across from the Post Office 11:30 Am. If you can't act like a human being with these folks or the First Methodist Folks (5:45 pm) every Sunday or the Christian Covenant Ministry on First and Third Sundays ( (8:30 am) or Bro Larry's people (3 times a day until further notice) or Faith Community (daily lunch 11:30) or the episcopals (tuesday and thursday) 11:30am or the presbyterians (second saturday snack packs) then keep your ass at what passes for home and stop selling your stamps to the Dope Man for fitty cents on the dollar. Ungrateful Bastards. Say what? Well, an old friend useta tell me that if you throw a rock in a pack of dogs, the one that hollers is the one that was hit. Holla.
The Dray line seems to be drying up. It's partly a slow economy and partly because all those hungry, thuggish/ruggish looking cats want to Bumrush the trucks and , no surprise, your potential employers get cases of Reginald Denny complex and L A riot Flashbax. I wouldn't come through there either and I can fight and have been to the Chain Gang twice! How about the first man there gets the first two tryouts. Number two gets the next 2. If a break needs 3 men, then the first three get to audition.. and if nothing pops off after 2 chances man number 1 slips to the back of the line and so on. When word gets out that the line is organized and user friendly, things will pick up. Until then the Line will be victim of word of mouth of scared breaks who need your services but can't risk getting car-jackd or robbed. And those of you haters who throw salt on each other. What business is it of yours or a Breaks what a man does with HIS money? Keep that salt in your pocket and stop putting it on your brother!
I've worked off the Line before and I know there aint a snowballs chance in Hell that this suggestion will be taken seriously. But-Real Talk- If we don't regulate ourselves somebody else will do it for us.
News Flash
The Sally on 2nd Ave is now serving a light breakfast on Sunday AMs. I have it on good authority that this is an insidious ploy to attract more church attendance from the community it serves on a daily basis. Horrors. If you're on the rotation then you should know that Hines Baptist on Roosevelt and Madison serve a weekly Sunday breakfast and the good people of Christian Covenant provide a tasty, not too crowded plate on 1st and 3rd Sundays. Special shout out to Morris and Buck for demonstrating a Jesus like love to the Dray Line in particular and to the homeless in general. They still pop up on the Line on Saturdays with Sausage Biscuits Hot Coffee and a good scripture reading to get your day off right. Hats off to Mother Davis who brings it to you raw on 'Friday Mornings when she's feeling up to it and to the good folks from sherwood who drop jewels and biscuits on Thursday mornings. Matthew 25 "...Come you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom that has been prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For when I was hungry, you fed me....."
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