Falling Apart

 Awakening this morning somehow old Kadizzle got part of the sheet in his right eye. Makes no sense, but the right eye will not focus. Gradually falling apart is what old age is about. Watch some old goat hobble along and you can see a car crumbling, a mountain washed to the sea. 

Some people crumble at a different pace than others. Kadizzle was out and about on the motorcycle yesterday. Bored he rode down to the bum encampment. To his surprise there it was the reddish small van. Kadizzle was surprised to see the bumwagon there because he had seen Mrs. Bumore go by on the road the day before.  Kadizzle was walking the ebike because it had a flat tire. A noise eminated from down in the valley. Kadizzle thought it was a large truck or something. No, it was Mrs. Bumore driving on flat tire.  She appeared to be about thirty something with her hair dyed with coolaid. As she drove pieces of tire flew off onto the highway along with pieces of the car. The bumper was being pushed in front of the car. Kadizzle could see Bumore would not get far, but here she was today back at the bum nest in the woods. 

Kadizzle pulled up on the motorcyle to Mrs Bumore.  She was sitting under a tree with a pile of blankets nearby.  Her dog come over to check Kadizzle out.  Kadizzle told Bumore he was surprised to see her bumwagon back in place. She said she made it to Green Valley Park called a friend and had a new tire put on. 

Payson has a population of homeless that is only getting bigger. The bums that have vehicles move from one encampment to the next in the National Forest. The bums did not have good finical planners. Apparently their finical planners told them to get tatoos and dye their hair rainbow colors. 

The tire on Bumore's car looked new. Where does the money come from?  Maybe there is a bum bank where bums borrow money from each other. The main source of income for the bums seems to be sitting by Walmart with a begging sign.