Entries Tagged as 'Mike'

Friday, December 19th, 2008

A Brother Like Me

The police come knocking one day on Belinda’s father’s door, looking for Mike. “I get a call from Belinda’s daddy, saying, ‘hey Mike, the police out here looking for you. You better get yourself over there and explain yourself.’ I say, ‘I didn’t do nothing!’”
Mike and I are standing in front of the food court [...]

Thursday, November 27th, 2008

A Brother Like Me

“Listen, Drew” Mike tells me, “They cut off my general assistance a long time ago. I got no money to pay the phone bill.” We’re standing in front of the ghetto again, and Mike’s pacing back in forth in front of his milk crate. He rattles off a long list of errands he’s got to [...]

Sunday, February 10th, 2008

A Brother Like Me

Mike calls me as I drive into Berkeley this morning.
“Hey, Andrew, it’s Mike, I’m at Highland [hospital]. My heart give out last night, my arm start hurtin’ and I had to go to the ER. They wanna admit me for a few days, but I’ll get out though. They treat me like I’m dying or [...]

Friday, January 25th, 2008

A Brother Like Me

I’m back at school for less than a week when I get a call from Mike–”Hey Drew, I’m in front of the food court. Come see me.”
I’ve collected our gifts for him–gloves, a scarf, AC Transit ride tickets, a Sony boombox, and a 12-pack of D batteries–into a corner of my apartment (thank you, all [...]

Monday, December 24th, 2007

A Brother Like You

Lana Choi was at Suitcase Clinic and snapped this photo of Mike. Psst, she’s also an amazing wedding photographer!
Today is Mike’s birthday. I last got a glimpse at his hospital records a month ago. If my memory serves me correctly, I spotted “12/23/1953″ under the “DOB” field on the tattered Alta Bates release form. [...]

Monday, December 24th, 2007

A Brother Like Me

“Drew, they denied me Social Security for the second time,” Mike told me the last time I saw him over finals week at the Asian Ghetto. He’s holding a new cardboard sign with a hand-scrawled “GOOD LUCK ON FINALS” in Sharpie. “But that’s okay, me and my lawyer, we’ll appeal. That third time, that’s [...]

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007

A Brother Like Me

I dream I am walking through any generic city street, crowded with couples and skaters and the din of diners. Mike’s suddenly next to me grabbing my arm. I easily shake him off, maintain a steely gaze and walk faster.

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

A Brother Like Me

Mike’s breath sports the sour edge of alcohol. “Had some wine at my sister’s anniversary tonight,” he tells me. He’s had plenty tonight, the fumes tell me over the din of Tupac’s All Eyez On Me.
He’s looking pretty disheveled in a secondhand jacket and a Jamaica-themed beanie. Standing still, holding up his sign above his [...]

Friday, September 7th, 2007

A Brother Like Me

I spot Mike when I drive up Durant Ave on Wednesday evening. I’m not doing anything that night, so I figured I’d spend some time and catch up with him.
Mike’s squatting on a stack of empty milk crates. We slap palms, and he has this long look on his face. “Andrew, she screwed me real [...]

Friday, August 31st, 2007

A Brother Like Me

After a whole summer of not seeing Mike, I bumped into him last Friday at the Asian Ghetto.
Mike’s been receiving his disability payments and so has been off the streets for a good three months or so, but got kicked out of the program last month for missing a doctor’s appointment. So he’s been out [...]