Ray is my nearest homeless neighbor, who I sometimes bring food and talk to. Ray tells me lots of stories (and has given me permission to share them here), but today was the most horrifying. To explain why, I have to explain a hierarchy of badness.
First are the stories of things people do for other reasons that happen to hurt him, like the street cleaning chemicals. No one is trying to hurt him, it’s just that they want the other thing more than they want him not hurt, or haven’t thought of him at all.
Second are the spontaneously malicious. His tent has been destroyed repeatedly. People fuck up his stuff a lot. Obviously this is terrible, but at least it’s running on id.
What he told me tonight are stories from the third category, the planned malicious. For example, someone gave him a bag of fried prawns, and mixed in fried feeder mice. That means the someone, somewhere, went and bought mice (or maybe had them around for their snake), went through the trouble to deep fry them, spent money on prawns, mixed them in, and then went looking for someone to accept them. Another person sliced up raw chicken to imitate sashimi and gave it to him in udon. How terrible a person do you have to be to not, at any point in that process, stop and decide not to? Planned evil is so much worse than spontaneous evil.