The town has become overrun.
Not just this town, everywhere I'm sure, but summer brings them out, and from where I wonder?
Walking home from dinner last night, along Front Street, Past City Hall and the homeless encampment set up there, for the most part the legitimately homeless, people with no other issues other than a want of reasonably priced housing.
And crossing Vernon towards Baker there's a homeless person, shopping cart tipped over in the middle of the street, walk over to help them upright it and reload their possessions...
A new face, although I can't see it, obscured between masses of matted hair, and she's swearing at me "FUCK OFF!! GIVE ME A MINUTE!! JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING MINUTE!!" and my helpful disposition expires, carry on, fuck you you little crackhead.
In the time I try to upright her shopping cart I notice her pants are down to her knees.
The locals, by and large, they're not like this, they're not this degree of sketchy, adversarial, violent, and we have all of that, you can tell summer's coming by the non-stop sirens, and I've asked before where they come from, and why here of all places, but to find out...
Everywhere, the alley behind the liquor store, the parking lot behind share, needles, single-use crack pipes, it's not just this town, it's the country, the world, that largely invisible but growing subset of the disenfranchised, the overlooked, the unhoused, the wedges have been set and the hammer's being pounded and we all pretend that nothing's wrong.