Friday, May 14, 2010

Gussie


I was walking past my old church and saw Gussie, one of the regulars-- the guys who stand on the church steps or sidewalk and ask/demand money from the churchgoers. I've known Gussie for years. He's tall, thin and as tough as a wire cable and could be anywhere from 30 to 50. He does not like women much but he's always polite and respectful with me.

Some people look at Gussie and think that his problem is a lack of affordable housing. Nope, Gussie's problem is that he's a werewolf. No, he doesn't howl at the moon or have an excess hair problem. He looks normal from a distance but if you look, really look, into his eyes or once you get to know him you see that , the wild beast lives inside him and is just barely contained. If I were to walk into one of the parish hall rooms and find myself alone with Gussie I'd break all speed records trying to get out of there before he even noticed me.
Gussie isn't on crack, he's too healthy looking for that. He's not using coke, that's too expensive and I've never smelled alchohol on him. My guess is heroin since I've never seen him wear anything but long sleeves.
Run into Gussie when he's run out of cash for the month and needs an infusion of whatever he's on you'll see the wolf inside him. I've watched Gussie scare the heck of tourists and little old ladies. He's never touched anyone to my knowlege at least, but he can move very quickly and is uncomfortably close to victims before they even notice him coming. He'll "ask" for money but in a tone of voice that indicates that you'd better cough up the cash.
Another one of the regulars, a frail elderly man in a wheelchair was so afraid of Gussie that he would not sit in front of the cathedral but parked his chair at the corner under a tree. Gussie hated him because people naturally preferred to give to him rather than the strong, bristling young men on the cathedral steps and sidewalk. I made sure to always give poor old Elmer something.
Someone is probably thinking, 'Well Dymphna do you give Gussie money?' Of course I do. I know what he's likely doing with the money but that dollar keeps Gussie from getting desperate enough to hurt someone. There have been a few success stories among the regulars. One woman has cleaned herself up. Her brain is largely pickled by decades of alcoholism and she'll never be able to hold a job but at least she's not drinking now. Another man has gotten himself a bicycle and does odd jobs. Maybe Gussie will change. It's doubtful but miracles have happened before.
St. Matthew, pray for us.
St. Michael, pray for us.

3 comments:

Pablo said...

Sprinkle the place where Gussie goes with Holy Water (not blessed water) and ask Saint Benedict to help rid Gussie of any evil in him.

Saint Benedict is a powerful intercessor where evil is around. You can even put St. Benedict Medals around Gussies hangouts.

Hide a green scapula close to Gussie; if he finds it and gives it to back to you, it is a sign of diabolical possession.

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Terry Nelson said...

You do good. God bless you.

Hans Georg Lundahl said...

"He looks normal from a distance but if you look, really look, into his eyes or once you get to know him you see that , the wild beast lives inside him and is just barely contained."

Wild beast? Or hatred?

If he's been there for years, he might have tried to get a life and have reason to hate those who made him fail it.

Or anger.

You know the words of Aragorn, sorry, Strider about Butterbur?

"Gussie isn't on crack, he's too healthy looking for that. He's not using coke, that's too expensive and I've never smelled alchohol on him. My guess is heroin since I've never seen him wear anything but long sleeves."

Sure there even is such a problem?

"Run into Gussie when he's run out of cash for the month and needs an infusion of whatever he's on you'll see the wolf inside him. I've watched Gussie scare the heck of tourists and little old ladies. He's never touched anyone to my knowlege at least, but he can move very quickly and is uncomfortably close to victims before they even notice him coming. He'll "ask" for money but in a tone of voice that indicates that you'd better cough up the cash."

How much of this could simply be due to normal discomfort?

There are mornings on which I am very uncomfortable until I get a coffee.

How much might be due to provocations from security guards?

And how much is due to the "victims" either imagined things or played around with his hopes of getting money in provocative ways.

I have taken a harsh tone, when flaunting my cardboard with internet adresses when they spend five minutes explaining to me, that they don't know what internet adresses are, they don't know why I am blogging, they have blogs of their own, they don't have blogs of their own, they don't have computers at home (there are libraries and cyber caf├ęs) and so on.

NOV9BLOGG9.
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FILOLOHIKA.
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CREAVSEVOLU.
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And the Classic provocation "November 98?"

No, it is novus bloggus, with the -us abbreviated as figure 9.

I have chased people away who took that tone, and I rather loose their money than my time with them.