Too Much Stuff

Last night, I ate a lot of sweet stuff. I had some candied figs, and I was pouring syrups on whatever I could think of pouring it on. There was some maple syrup to be had, along with honey. Whatever was sweetening the figs was pretty sweet, but not cloying.
The day being Sunday, I woke up with the sun was shining full opon me, in the graveyard. Going to the spigot, I washed out the tee shirt that I was wearing in the photo to the left, and upon this glorious Sunday morning.
I went to the Fellowship on Dauphin, where the others were friendly and conspicuously avoiding the subject of Federal incarceration, and whatever gossip had flown, while I was a way.
I drank coffee and listened to the gospel.
One lady, who normally hugs me and encourages me, did neither. She was standing with some guy by the coffee maker. She told the guy that she had something to tell him, "out front,"  after she had given me a dirty look. She must have been brimming over with God's love this morning.
I was at the graveyard spot before the sun went down. I had met Jennie, Jeff the Potter's wife, and she had dropped off the stuff which I had left in Save-A-Lot on the day that I was arrested the second time. She also had some clothing and some food, along with a printout from a "Men's Recovery" program of some sort. It seems like an incarceration, but it is free incarceration, and I don't suppose they are passing around any joints and strumming too many guitars, though. For those who can't help them selves (only God can) it is nice to have available programs such as the one described. It was months long, but a chance to get out of Mobile for a while.
"Chicago," who is this guy from Chicago, supposedly, who wears a camoflage jacket and is rumored to talk badly about white people behind the backs of white people, came into the Dauphin Market, when I was there early Sunday afternoon, before meeting Jennie at the library, where she gave me my stuff back.
He started saying "Hey, child pornographer," and telling me that I should leave town. I told him that I was never charged, for lack of child pornography. He kept on talking, as if I had never spoken.
I want to see if the local paper will run an article about my charges being dropped, and include a nice picture, like they did for me when I was first arrested...
It was all about eating,  tried after that. I tried  to soak some grits and prepare them for being doctored up with a little salt and a  lot of sweet things, like candied figs.
I had the wrong kind of grits; the "slow" ones. It was futile trying to get them to soften, even after an hour of soaking. Julian at Save-A-Lot had been  right about the grits being "not instant," and thus, not the right kind.