He asked if he could sit in the chair next to me after walking around the corner swearing. I said sure. We talked casually and he told me he was one of the people camped in the trees here in Berkeley and apologized for swearing but was still angry over the recent outcome.
He was a really simple man who believed in unconditional love. I'm not afraid to speak to the homeless occupants of the neighborhood. I figure they're just like everyone else- everyone has a story and deciding to live your life homeless usually makes for a good one.
I understood that he was incredibly sensitive, his use of drugs probably didn't help. The fact that he is close to his mother who lives in Houston and that he keeps in contact with her told me he's probably just confused and misguided.
Confusion with a big heart is not an easy combination.
Not to mention he raised the sweetest dog, "Balkor" and reminisced about an Alaskan Husky he'd had raised as a child.
When you want to give and receive love without recognizing potential limits and boundaries (for whatever reason) you're bound to be hurt at one point or another and unfortunately for "B" He's seen a lot of hurt by people.
Now he chooses to focus his energy on the earth and being part of it.
It was hard for me to be objective over the removal of the trees. I'm not a Berkeley citizen and I felt like the fight the tree sitters gave was admirable, but ultimately I knew it was the University's decision.
B told me that just sitting and talking was the best part of his day and told me if I ever needed him I could find him in "the oaks".
Thanks "B".
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