Life On The Streets Of Tampa: Let's Meet Anna

Anna is one of those people who has been living on the streets for the past 5 months. This is not her first time in the great outdoors.
Anna is somewhere around the age of 54, 5 feet 7 inches, and she probably weighs in at about 110 pounds. Anna is a pretty womean for her age. She's been lucky that the beer that she drinks every day really hasn't aged her all that much. Yet. Anna has been a heavy beer drinker for at least the last 20 years and she loves the " Natural Ice " brand of the stuff.
So how did I come across Anna? I had arrived in Tampa back in June, and, with nothing better to do I went looking for some of my old friends. It took about a week before I ran into an old friend named Waymon. I've known Waymon for over 10 years, so he was the logical first choice in seeking out the past. My, how Waymon has changed! H'es been a heavy drinker since his late teens and he hasn't slowed down over the years. In Fact, he's gotten worse! Anyway, I stumbled onto he and Anna sitting in a breeze-way next door to a grocery store. Waymon was sauced on his wine and Anna was looking pretty well-lit on her beer.
Anna is one of those people who should be drinking nothing harder than Kool-Aid, or maybe a diet Pepsi. She can handle one beer, and even two without going into the "stupid zone", but after three or more, all hell will break loose! I'm not talking about the usual drunken rants and raves. Hers is a little different than most. She likes to mumble on an almost non-stop basis. This can get pretty annoying to most people, especially non-drinkers. She knows very few of those, by the way. Three beers or more also makes her hear things. I'm not speaking of alien voices or the usual shit inside someones head. I'm talking about not hearing what someone has actually said to her. Sort of like selective-hearing. What one says, and what one hears is not the same thing, no matter how clearly the comment is. Anna has this down to a tee.
I should note that when not partaking in her beer habit to the extreme, Anna is a very sweet, and intelligent woman. When she gets going though, it doesn't take her to long to get what I call " stuck on stupid." I'll explain that one in my next post.

Tampa Homeless/ Police Harassment

Yes, it has been a few days since I last posted anything. There is a very good reason for that, trust me. How about a case of pneumonia? I've been laid up and feeling very miserable for just over a week. Being a diabetic doesn't help, either.
Anyway, on to the topic at hand. This will be the shortened version.
I've been in Tampa for slightly more than 6 weeks, and I've been stopped by the police on the North side of town for a total of 5 times already. Five fucking times! For what? How about for just hanging around and talking to some of the homeless people out on the streets, who have happened to be drinking at the time. Open containers of beer or whatever are a crime in the city of Tampa. Apparently, so is being around someone with a container in their hand or close by.
I'll have a story for you the next time that I post which will show you just how hard up the Tampa Police Department is in writing tickets and arresting citizens for having an " open Container." One officer tried his best to get me to say that an empty bottle belonged to me. This was after the real drinkers had told the idiot that I do not drink! Stay tuned!