Boggles Brown is a handsome young guy with a University degree, you'd never guess that once he was homeless, sociopathic and indigent.
His book of cartoonish drawings and irreverent musings is a 48 page romp in the land of homelessness, mental illness and poverty - Boggles Brown illuminates a variety of ecclectic social phenomena.
Have you ever wondered what it was like to rummage through a garbage can looking for half eaten pizza, or what it feels like to sleep on cold concrete or how it felt waiting for the doors to open at a Church for a place to sleep with a hundred other homeless, more than a few mentally ill people?
Sunset ( in the land of schizophrenia ) a poem c. 2000 AD
The sun rises in the east, west is where it sets
Sometimes I go through a whole day, doing what I forget
Time stands still, I falter, I walk to the beach, stare at the water
The horizon is before me, scattered over a million miles
An old couple passes, the woman looks at me - I smile
Catholic boys aren't allowed any toys, not until heaven
I remember the number of sins that are deadly, isn't it seven?
I call my shrink to tell him how I feel down deep inside
He tells me the best thing to do is probably run and hide
The moon is high, into the deep dark corners of the night I go
I have a friend - we talk a lot, I tell him everything, someone's got to know
Sometimes I go through a whole day, going where I forget
Sinster shadows glid along behind, distant laughter
I think I hear, but i'm sure it's just my mind
A long time ago, I believed in Santa Claus and fairies
I had a bright red fire truck, little plastic men it carried
To imaginary emergencies, to rescue the people on the top floor
I went to bed at night, I was Robin Hood - I took from the rich and gave to the poor
Who the hell I am, sometimes I forget