dear starbucks ii

you are always very nice to me at this starbucks. and i appreciate that more than you know. so i should apologize and explain myself.

you should know, it actually triggers my ptsd every time i'm asked to buy something. i can't help that, however i try to keep it to myself until i'm able to get therapy for it. when you don't have an address, it makes it that much harder to accomplish.

i'm ozzy draven. i'm here to hopefully put an end to poverty. i want to put a stop to the way poor people are treated. it seriously bothers me to see poor people pushed around. i, myself, hate being told to move, when i'm standing on a sidewalk panhandling. people assume i'm dumb, that i don't know the laws. they think of me as a piece of trash they can just kick further down the road. and that makes me sick inside. and sometimes, i'll admit, it's hard to control myself in those situations. i have given many people a good tongue lashing for it, surprising them by how intelligent/insane i seem. but i truly wish that rich people could ever understand; money is no reason to treat a fellow human that way, i don't care if they're drug addict scumbags, thieves, liars, i don't care, there's no excuse to treat a person that way. personally, i don't like them either, i don't trust them, they have stolen from me, ripped me off, and worse. but if i acted the same way, i would be no better. no one else is going to help these people. especially not the rich.

that being said, i understand, in the societal perspective, that you have a store to run, with an image to keep. if it were my store, i wouldn't want dirty looking people camping all around it either, believe me, i understand.

but please understand where i'm coming from as well, and hopefully, with a mutual understanding of eachother, you'll have no reason to think any worse of me. i don't like doing this, or even talking about this, in fact i'm shaking as i write this, but it has to be done. i've been through too much, and come too far. i'm surprised i'm still standing, but while i am, i have to do what i can to put an end to poverty. i hope to give people like me a place on this earth to go, to wash this monetary society from their souls, to see the world with new potential. i hope to do this the most peaceful way possible. but we all need an answer.

rich people live luxurious lives, while poor people slave away and can't even afford to buy a hot chocolate every morning, and i'm beyond sick of seeing it. money does nothing but disturb me anymore, and makes me cringe at the thought of it. maybe i have gotten a little too lost in my world. it's hard to explain, and people never believe me, but when i close these two eyes, my third eye sees utopia. the future that's not that far away. potential. hope. peace. harmony. life. the same thing john lennon saw. that's what i spend my days thinking about, i've spent my life researching, learning, contemplating. beyond all the music, books, movies, clothing, foods, electronic inventions and other assorted creations i want to release into the world, that's a key piece. i hope to start off making my music, and once i get to meet some of the bigger minds in this world, through that path, i can leap toward the big goal.

please don't think any worse of me. i'm sorry i brought that up, i just couldn't hold it in today. i saw that more this morning than most others, and i apologize. please forgive me for speaking up, it's not my place, and there's currently nothing i can do to stop it. so it's best to stay silent. my mind has been through so much, though, that sometimes i don't remind myself of that, and i make an ass of myself. please understand, you did nothing wrong. it's just the bigger picture that i'm seeing, and those small obstacles... i sometimes stumble over. i'm very sorry. please enjoy your holidays, and forget that i said anything. and please, give me a chance. hopefully, it'll only be a couple more months, and i'll be out of your hair. till then, i try to just stay as invisible and unseen as possible, because my issues with people are hard to control. please forgive me for making a scene, i truly did not intend to. thank you again.