Bowery Mission
I woke up at 4:30 AM to depart for
the Bowery mission at 5 because they give out free clothes to the underserved. I’ve lost so many cool wardrobes when i’d take off to chase intoxicants.
The Bowery mission is the bottom of the NYC barrel, it’s a homeless shelter and soup kitchen. I remember a day during my street kid years when I came here to get free breakfast…they made me sit through a Baptist church service. I started yelling “amen” with everyone in the chapel, ‘cause why the fuck not?
Being out front of the mission while sober was crazy, because I saw all of the people in the very situation I was in 56 days ago. It smells like vomit and k2 smoke, and I’m just there listening to sly stone until its my turn to get my clothing ticket.
5 am street life is brutal, and it was good for me to see that for some perspective.
I feel great lately and I’m going to ride it as far it’ll take me.
I gotzz links, kid
