Life is interesting here in the Cave. Big old Molly the dog is in the living room laying on the covered couch. I tried hard to coax her outside this morning, to no avail.

Later on I picked up four big stinky turds off the floor inside the front door. Then I convinced this big old beautiful dog to let me slide a dog chain around her neck, walk her out to the grass at the Cave back door, and take a piss. It went fine.

As the sun came around the building she and I were hanging out on the porch. I had the front yard dog cord around her neck, and we were just chillin.

Suddenly two Pensacola cops came into the grassy area below the onramp where John lives, from opposite directions, right in front of us. They approached my neighbor in a friendly manner and had a nice chat.

About a half hour later John is still walking back and forth between the cops, up to his onramp home and back, while they chat from their drivers windows.

Molly and I were watching intently, but nothing happened, the cops drove away, and John climbed up into his miserable room for the night.

Homeless life in America sucks, and a lot of our citizens suffer. There is only one recourse, we help them turn their remaining moments alive into something of value, and they can pass on with some dignity.