Love and Hate humm You Decide

It feels strange not having to get-up early and go painting; like i had for only the past 8 days. i got-up early anyway. as the trash needed to be put-out on the curb. i noticed how though, that everybody actually does love me; in spite of the way that little Jew i work for always puts me down. the city-workers have been doing our water, gas-lines etc and soon paiving the street__for the past six or seven weeks now. i went down with some bottles and bags only to learn the garbage-truck had already passed. it's seven thirty in the morning for heaven's-sake, and that is the earliest they have ever__in all my three years here, made the collection !!

Well a bunch of men were just passing-by in their city-works truck, as i decended the stairs. at least three of them hollered out the window that: the garbace-collection was over for the week. they were all smiling, and just trying to go the extra mile; by making themselves helpful in some way. every morning i leave the house, whoever is there and all of them, say good-morning and smile. in any grocery-store or business, around here i enter, the people usually remember me or are always extra polite. and these people don't know me from ((jack sprat. They know nothing of what i have done for this world, and how i have prepaired it for political-change !! they know nothing of me or what i stand for. they know nothing of what i can do, have done and still will do. and yet they love me, and as you have no reason to feer me.

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