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Someone in Gila Bend, Az., had recommended the Oxnard Rescue Mission, which I now know would have also made Norman Bates feel at home (read SATANS OWN.html). Downtown, I walked up to a huge church that had on its front, 3 ft. high jutting out letters, saying, JESUS SAVES RESCUE MISSION. Around back, I noted quickly, the highly fortified wrought iron fence around the entire complex, a tank might break its hold, but no mere mortal. Finally inside as a guest, I talked with the bunk mate above me, about this very bizarre place. They have one of the most expensive Mission Impossible survelliance camera system inside, I have ever seen, anywhere. All the cameras go to a computer module at the front desk. There were even cameras in the corners of the mens dormitory room, hidden behind dark tinted plastic holders. Except in the showers, virtually everywhere, including the outside. But the dining experience was not to be missed. The food brought in by the area Mormon Church, one sat at a metal table on a tiny protruding hard metal seat, eaters crammed so close together, one had difficulty lifting ones arm to put food in ones mouth. And no napkins, it was like being at a hog trough. My friend, said he went to talk to a friend, he used to know in prison, for drugs, and the guy told him, he wasnt allowed to talk to people on the intake. My friend said all the residential staff were ex convicts for drug possession. Wanna guess, what they are really running through there besides us Homeless used to cover the operation? My bed was crawling with the lice left by its previous tenant, I wanted to scream, but it was raining outside, so I shut up and finally slept. JESUS SAVES, SURE HE DOES... |
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