The Nocturnal Writer

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Common Sense Revisited

By Rob Fleming

If it wasn’t for Thomas Paine’s love of America or the fact that long before his perfect ideal as a loyal British subject was shattered, Thomas Paine would have never written “Common Sense”, and on January 9th, 1776 publishing this simply crafted body of work anonymously as “an Englishman”. Use this link for 100% free access to Thomas Paine’s Historical document here.

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The Inconvenient Truth Of Homelessness

By Rob Fleming

Not too long ago the idea of homelessness was synonymous with referring to a select minority of society such as wineos, vagrants, bums and other dregs of society. The Inconvenient Truth Of Homelessness to most people was to leave them on skid row or they would surely mingle with the good people of America and infect us all. If that was the truth, then shouldn’t we leave them alone rather than helping those who seemingly didn’t want our help and appeared as if they enjoyed their dismal squalor?

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Street Life, A Red Bicycle & the Insanity of Guilt

By Rob Fleming

This story is a brief glimpse into some of the reasons I found street life, drugs, and alcohol a viable remedy for the inner torment that innocently began as a wonderful birthday gift from a father to his son, but I only think of as street life, a red bicycle & the insanity of guilt!

When I was a young boy I remember being with my mother while she ran errands one afternoon. We were on our way home when I saw this disheveled older man teetering slowly along the railroad tracks. As we neared the stop sign at the railroad crossing I could clearly see this older man; he was dirty wearing shabby clothes and had such sour look on his scarred and deeply wrinkled face that it caused me to blurt out as I pointed towards him, “look Mom, look at that old man”, but before I could say anything else my mother replied in a somewhat scolding tone that he was probably just a homeless hobo on his way to the park where all of the other hoboes gathered in the afternoon.

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Ignorant People Should Not Breed

By Rob Fleming

I really don’t like to use my site as a soap box for subjects other than my life experiences while I was homeless, but I need to vent about the pure ignorance of some people who dare call themselves intellectuals. I am an Amazon Prime movie junkie and I have recently finished watching the Showtime series Homeland. I was drawn into the heavy drama and I’ve even caught myself rooting for certain characters, or cursing the bad guys, however, I am fully aware that this Showtime series is only a cable TV drama that has highjacked “real” life in order to make money and I am ok with that but what really upsets me is when ignorant people jump on the bandwagon of hate without knowing or even understanding the facts. Let me explain my total irritation.

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The Heart Attack Diaries!

By Rob Fleming

Heart attack?? Not me! The last thing I remember is I was in a truly beautiful and restful sleep or so I thought; I was admitted to the ICU ward at the McLaren hospital, in Petoskey because I had some serious breathing issues which were brought on from low troponin levels in my heart which in turn caused fluid to be expelled into my chest cavity. As a result, of this fluid build up, additional fluid was building up in my lungs which triggered my inability to breathe correctly. Looking back on the night, I remember being in the hospital bed laying on my back, I am anxious, but still comfortable and somewhat relaxed. I have a standard hospital gown on and I am just peacefully sleeping, and then violently it begins, I was dreaming and slowly my dream is replaced by some very angry people yelling at me.

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You Meet the Nicest People in Shitty Motels

By Rob Fleming

I don’t know how I got to this place I am now in, maybe it is just how it is supposed to be, does it really matter now that I am no longer homeless? While I think it really and truly does, all I do know is that while I was on the downward spiral of being homeless, I found myself living in cheap motels as I struggled to make it one day at a time. Some people would consider living in a motel far better than living on the streets, and maybe it is, but this was just a slow transition into the real thing for me! Some people are born to greatness while others slowly struggle until they find their own version of either greatness or their own sort of living hell, but along with those unfortunates there is a group of people who no matter what they do never get any further than just barely making it and sadly I believe I am one of those people!

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