Fentanyl Sunshine Bible Man

Another Seattle urban vignette…with pictures

Didn’t shoot any fotos this particular day, but shot this of new development along Thomas Street from another sunny day from the 27th of February 2025 was much like today’s happy blue skies. A passenger jet heads south towards SeaTac.

Saturday the First of March was a glorious, sunny day towards the end of a strange, whiplashed Winter. Even texted my wife, Faithlyn, I was “Off the bus & walking to work. It’s gorgeous outside!”

“Enjoy!” She replied.

Strode east down and up Thomas Street thru the South Lake Union neighborhoods. Used to be called the Cascade area until wealthy developers changed everything up again before the Great Recession and the Covid Pandemic further disrupted and perturbed this part of Seattle. The distance from where I hop off the notorious E-Line down from Shoreline on 7th just off Aurora/99 to where I work at the Downtown Seattle REI store is about 3/4s or 4/5s of a mile long.

Passed Kati Vegan Thai restaurant and approached the local Cascades Pea Patch gardens and city park. A obviously homeless White man sat on a park bench in the sunshine. He’s twisted off to the side like a pretzel. Sigh. It occurs when an drug addict bent over in the “fentanyl fold” sits down. His buttocks were exposed. They glowed a bright clown red more from cold and chafing than from any sunburn. Seems so many “folded people” can’t keep their pants up. That’s why they often walk with their legs bowed out like a crab scuttling sideways to keep their britches partway up over their thighs. He’s loving the sunshine, tho. He’s sprawled crooked across the park bench sunning himself like a sea lion atop a rocky beach. Continue reading

HAS THE WORLD CHANGED?

A Homeless Man asks a question with his pants down, but can anyone really answer?

Gawd, now I know I’m back in my beloved but gone-to-hell Seattle. While changing buses at Northgate Way & Aurora Avenue on my way home from a long trip to North Carolina, I came upon a homeless man of about 40 years old who also happened to be Black and bearded. He stood on the edge of the curb on the west side of Aurora next to the crosswalk, cupped his hands up to both sides of his face, and bellowed out into traffic:

“HAS THE WORLD CHANGED? HAS THE WORLD CHANGED?”

“WELL, HAS IT?” was my automatic response tho only in my mind.

My second response was the temptation to shout at him to pull his damn pants up, but that was before I listened to him.

Then he rhythmically pulls down his dirty gray sweat pants and shows his naked ass to the whole wide world and then swings his cock up and out across the way like the neck and head of a goose jerking forth from a lake. It looked large and waxy in the harsh, September sunshine. Pulls his pants back up with this tip of his penis perched upon his waistband like a damn peacock peeking out. Damn, I looked away, away, AWAY!, but, OH GAWD was too late as it all happened in a flurry of seconds as the crossing lights hadn’t changed yet. Couldn’t unsee this mess. Felt transfixed, no, crucified, crucified! Felt crucified by the clarity of his call and response during the middle of our long, apocalyptic slide into Armageddon. Continue reading