Terror grips Huntington Beach

The following post is written in third person. For a new perspective, I wish to view George's daily life from above, like an angel so-to-speak. 

George sleeps deeper now. It feels great to have a roof over his head and a stomach that no longer yearns for fuel. The night before he invited a New York Skirt Steak for dinner -- the first meat he has had in over one month.
   He was able to live on two or three dollars a day, that is his newly directed State Check arrived. Why he even  bought a pint of chocolate ice cream from Trader Joe's to end his night, that is after playing music from La La Land. He enjoys playing the piano on the fourth floor of the his apartment building at night, and ending the evening with a night at eating desert at Trader Joe's, across the street.
    He listens to 10:70 on his cheap radio to fall asleep after watching the cars filter out of the Five Points Shopping Center. Since he is now eating solids again, his fluid intake has tripled. He fills up his quart water bottle at the library since the water in his apartment has an odor. At least he no longer has a pain in his stomach
     He gets up a few times, since at ripe old age of 77, his plumbing has become rusty. The morning comes not soon enough.  He looks forward to the bus rides and a day of writing and viewing the street scenes. But is bothers him that the Land of Disney has been invaded by the skateboard people. The news keeps speaking about an incident where a policeman shot a gun in the city of Donald Duck and now has been reassigned.
    Since he lives on buses, he knows the populace is mainly Latino. Many have a less than  less than normal regard for anything American. They are Mexicans through and through since Spanish is spoken throughout  their daily lives.
    Terror now grips their lives They can't stand authority, in particular the police. They never heard of Guadalupe Hidalgo, a  treaty with Mexico that gave California, Texas and a few other states to the United States. Yes, for about $15,000,000 the Mexican government sold their property to the Manifest Destiny United States. 
    As a retired teacher, he knows that kids with terror in the minds no longer can concentrate in school. They never heard of Adolph Hitler who had his storm troopers in 1938 knock on doors in Berlin and take the men to concentration camps.

But so much for the radio. He puts on his apace heater to remove the cold and turns on one grill for his hard boiled eggs. He turns on the shower with the knowledge that he had  bought a new bar of soups from the dollar store. He takes a long hot shower and uses a clean towel to wipe himself dry. He then grabs three jumbo eggs and drops them inside a pot. Trader Joe opens at eight. He toasts two sliced onion bagels and removes the now hard boiled eggs.
   He can smell the package of lox he is about to buy. It feels great to afford lox. After his breakfast he walzes across the street for this purchase, and with two 19 cent bananas, returns to the apartment. He is ready to pack his lunch inside his nap sack and leave for Beach and the 29 bus.