Those are pictures of ads at the front door of the Under Armour store at the Prudential Center.
Last year, when I was about to start school, I didn't know what I was going to wear every day. I was homeless for the first several weeks of the Spring 2016 semester, which meant that everything that I had for a week at a time had to be arranged in a high-school-sized locker at the homeless shelter.
I knew that I looked all right "for a homeless person," but I also knew that I didn't want to worry about my thermal underwear showing over the tops of my couple of pairs of pants, which frequently happened and which everyone who's homeless has too many problems to notice. I decided to buy a pair of sweatpants that I could wear every day; I spent several days looking for a pair that weren't too thin, that didn't have tapered legs, that didn't have a brand or anything else on them, that weren't too tight, that were a neutral color.
I finally bought a pair of sweatpants for $25 at a bargain department store. That was (and is) a lot of money for me to spend for one piece of clothing. They were black and had nothing particularly noticeable on them; they were Under Armour sweatpants, and they had a small, black, Under Armour sign on one leg. You wouldn't even know it was there.
I wore them to school almost every day. When you are homeless, you have to get up at 6:00 every morning, share bathrooms, get dressed, and have breakfast with 100 homeless women. I didn't have time to worry about my clothes.
I wrote about why I bought the sweatpants, when I bought them. Although the conglomerate has hacked my phone for years, and attacks me about the code that it wants to say is part of articles that I read privately, music that I listen to privately, everything, it never acknowledges what I say and write, in public and in private, about anything.
I think that other people at school noticed that I wore the same pair of sweatpants every day; I don't know if that's why a clothes donation box was placed near the front door to the school after a while.
The conglomerate has not had a similarly generous interpretation of the sweatpants, which I finally gave away rather than to be attacked for them again this year.
The Under Armour ads, and maybe even the Under Armour store that opened at the Prudential Center in November 2016, seem to be the conglomerate's response to my sweatpants bought at a bargain department store. Even though I haven't worn the sweatpants for almost a year, even though I gave them away before this past fall, Under Armour, Mr. Brady, and his wife, had already started to attack me about what they wanted to say about what they were seeing and hearing from the hidden, illegal cameras in my apartment.
Mr. Brady and his wife live in a mansion, don't they, or something that costs that much?
I don't think I'll be sleeping like them in the near future.
Copyright L. Kochman, March 7, 2017 @ 8:09 p.m./8:00 to 9:00 is one of the most difficult hours during which to publish anything. I am failing a class for which I haven't had time to do the homework, yet the conglomerate seems to expect me to spend minutes doing nothing until I can publish a page at a time for which the abuse of me that never stops won't be increased.
