Take care of your butt on the streets

Toilet paper, personal hygiene wipes...lest we say...douche?

Face it, you can't use leaves on the streets...well, you could...but it wouldn't feel good, would it?

In the amount of times I've had the chance of seeing closets of items of personal hygiene items accumulated, I see a common factor each time: how quick they go. Constant rantings of locals claiming how 'good' the homeless 'have it'...they don't have any idea what they're arm chair quarterbacking looks like.

Ignorant.

Perchance time for a Colonix treatment?

I had the chance of connecting with a young man whose family was homeless alongside my own years ago. Father passed on, siblings with his grandmother, and now it seeming himself returned to the cycle. Entering into adulthood, alone, and vulnerable.

I'm beside myself on this one.

The only thing I can do is listen.

Can you?