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From afar, some of those who wander through the streets near my house look not unlike zombies. It makes me laugh a little, this thought, living amongst Zombies, but I should be aware that an unimaginably difficult life is no laughing manner. Creeping slowly, without destination, they do not steal my blood or flesh, but merely ask me for money, and then saunter aimlessly into the next day. Is it ok that they make me aware of my fortune? I would not consider myself as having a fortune, but by all means am I fortunate. 

Living in the South, a goal of mine while being here was to obtain some cough syrup with codeine and promethazine, you know, syrup, lean, drank, etc. I'm sure this would be easy enough to obtain, within minutes from my door. Luckily, I was able to get some in a much easier way. 

I got Pneumonia.

So i also got some Sprite to go with it, to cure this bacterial induced cough in the most southern way possible.

In the midst of this doctor prescribed rest, I figured I'd walk downtown, to enjoy the weather after nearly two weeks of thunderstorms. As soon as I start to feel the first few drops of rain, I decide to turn back. For these zombie-ish homeless, their next move is not as easy. I watch a man with no home fumble-about for what appears to be ages, doing what should be 30-seconds worth of work, wrapping his stuff in plastic. This must be among the top of his list of priorities, but he is going so slow. I guess if it gets wet, he has got nothing but time for it to dry. 

As I turn the lock on my car door, I cannot stop to think about how easy my life is, about the options I have to stay dry and comfortable. The novelty must be wearing thin, as it has made me a little less comfortable.