Ranter: Homeless man lying on cardboard beneath a tree
Location: Bus stop, that lick of hot concrete and two trees at 3rd & Main
Time: Noon on a Saturday
Topics Covered: The varying levels of authority granted to municipal safety officers; district safety officer uniforms; whose ass the city does or does not exercise ownership over; whose name is whose business; the arbitrary nature of selective enforcement.
Does Rant Include Advice Regarding Who You Should and Should Not Fuck With: Yes.
The Rant:
[Without getting up or making eye contact, homeless man addresses a pair of district safety officers who have apparently asked him to move.]
Homeless Man: You're clowning! Don't act like you got authority! I hate you purple-shirt motherfuckers!
[A district safety officer speaks softly to homeless man.]
Homeless Man: Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ain't sleeping now! And I ain't on no ledge, I'm on my own goddamn ass! You going to tell me the city owns that too? It might own yours, but it don't own mine!
[A district safety officer speaks into a walkie-talkie.]
Homeless Man: Go ahead and call the police. The real police. If you had any authority, you'd be cuffing me right now!
[A district safety officer speaks softly to homeless man.]
Homeless Man: What's your name, buddy? Mine ain't none of your business!
[A district safety office introduces himself.]
Homeless Man: I don't want to know shit about you! I already know the important thing – you ain't no real police! I just want to be left the fuck alone! That's why I come here everyday! To be left alone! And that's why you purple-shirt fuckers come here every day! To fuck with me!
[Homeless Man points at another homeless man asleep on the pavement.]
Homeless Man: He sleeps up here! Why don't you fuck with him? I look at all the others you could be fucking with, and I just don't get it. Why's it got to be with me?
[A third district safety officer bicycles up.]
Homeless Man: Why's it got to be with me?
[District safety officers consult with each other. Ten minutes pass. The sun has shifted, and the angry homeless man hauls himself up, gathers his belongings, and moves to a shady spot beneath another tree on the same corner.
He does not fall asleep.
Eventually, the district safety officers cycle away.]
Hey, there's a whole mess of rants overheard in Los Angeles right here!
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