"Aftermath of the Great Famine of 2016"

( This is a re-run of an post from about a year ago.)

Woke up this morning all fuzzy, and nuts. Sort of like when I used to be abducted by them Grey space alien bastards when I was a young kid. Never did find out what the hell they wanted with me.

Anyhow.

Today I will have Pizza. I dreamed of this common artery clogger during the recent famine I lived in. No not fruit veggies or healthy broth or such,...but a heaping loaded bleeping pizza with all the greasy trimmings.

Yep that's todays goal.

Um,....maybe not. Eating heavy greasy crap after long fasting or hunger will just make you sick. Trust me on this one,....just been there.

I read up on how to treat long term poor-nutrition. I thought a few good meals would do it...no dice. Seems it takes months. Btw as I mentioned on my Blog no one in my public life knows this happened.

Yes I should have sought help as soon as things went belly up,...but didn't. Just as I didn't ask for help when I was "Houseless" nearly 10 years back.

Why,...because I'm stubborn nuts, and prideful.

Well okay I after months did go to the Holy Apostles Church. You saw the photos of their stained glass I posted a few weeks back. They knew, and knew what to do...bless they're sweet tasty hearts.

This event as I say was much like my adventures when I was Houseless near ten years ago,...wow times flies. This was sort of worse because everything looked normal...just no food.

All this due to my Senior Citizen benefits getting vaporized...by their error.

I had my house my toys all that, but was going hungry...so strange. So very strange. During this I read "900 Days: The Siege of Leningrad". This by Harrison Salisbury. Though I had to sell almost all my books during those too interesting six months. I kept a few...this was one.

I recommend it.

Regular everyday people caught up in a medieval style Siege. Albeit with mid-20th century weapons at play. It still came down to classic siege behavior.

Basically things break down, and you do what you must. You do things you never imagined yourself as being part of. Stuff you saw in documentaries suddenly have you in if not a staring role certainly as an extra.

I saw myself now in one of those grainy black, and white film clips. I'm in the background trudging along with the other proles through the mud. I say this, and am amazed. I was there...actually there.

So I ended up in a Soup kitchen along with other stunned members of those in their golden retirement nightmare,...surprise comrades, and here's your bread, and bowl of stew.

Which btw tasted great.

However at that point the glue that binds books or shoe leather would have tasted great. As the professors of Literature found out as the Siege of Leningrad progressed.

Unlike Leningrad there was food all around me.

I began to notice how fat everybody,...I mean everybody was. I was tempted to grab leftovers on park picnic tables. Yeah I was. However my sense of personal dignity held me back.

Dignity It's a lot gang. Hold onto yours.

I my whole life have given money, and food to the too many hungry on the streets of this our Emerald City.

Now I was on the receiving end.

Selling one's stuff has been somewhat "de-poverty-ized" what with eBay, and all. Everybody it seems trades or sells their things. So I could fool myself that this wasn't actually begging,...it was, but still.

Well I live in the aftermath now.

The aftermath of my "Great Famine of 2016". What do I make of these six months of hunger in the fattest country on earth? We'll I'm still "collating data" as Spock once said

I had run out of holes in my belt.

What I wear was flapping in the wind. I could see my nuts when I showered. "Hello boys,...it's been a while!" That, and my ribs were just starting to show,...fuck!

I eat differently now,...other than my pizza fantasy I mention above. Mostly fruit, and veggies...some chicken, but ya know. So I'll likely not get sloppy, and tubby again.

When people see me they say, "...have you been on a diet?" I just say "...yeah", and leave it at that.

*Also my dear comrades this is not a plea for a pity orgy.

I post this as a means of coming to terms with the experience. In much the same way I did, and still do sometimes about my "Houseless" time...so chill It's okay I'm even gaining some weight back.

This is just another exciting episode in our ongoing Theatre of life.

(...Oh, and I'll talk about all the Saucer Guys abduction action when I was little another time.)