I have a new homeless friend,, his name is Be-Bop. I meet Be-Bop while looking for suitable shelter arrangements and Be-Bop and I kinda hit it off. First of all, Be-Bop is not his real name, but that's his street name.
He is more or less the hero of hobos and takes care of those who are decent folk and need the most help. I am one of his recruits. We met while I was staying in a building that was near completion. A nice $300,000.00 town home where some one will make a decent family and have their "American Dream" fulfilled.
I got to thinking last night that it ain't so bad if you can find high ground and a wind and rain break,, also if you can sleep lying down, instead of standing up. So I found a near completed town home that will remain my abode for a few days until the "dick" throws me out.
Be-Bop found me asleep and woke me up, telling me what I'm doing wrong and why. We got to talking and he asked me about my homeless situation and about the horrific divorce that left me homeless and he shared part of his story. A veteran of foreign wars and a college graduate, Be-Bop ain't that dumb.
Anyway, we decided it would be a good thing if we hung out together and patrolled the area together. In my world,, having a partner is necessary. Be-Bop and I decided I need a hobo name, so I'm kinda asking you readers to help name a hobo, namely me.
We begin looking after some of the street people who come out of the woodwork at strange hours of the day and night. We check in on Pops, a 79 year old homeless man and some of the other characters and find them all alive, thank God.
Be-Bop is usually the one who calls the coroner after he discovers some one who didn't make it through the night. So on it goes, the endless cycle of survival on the streets. Tonight, I'll make it back to the town home and stay there.
Tomorrow morning I have court and I need to be near a bathroom for the morning and then I can at least sponge bathe. Right now, I'm getting ready to take a nap in the bookstore. More later as the great American homeless adventure continues. It's kinda funny, because someone gave me a dollar yesterday and I didn't even wash his windows. Wow,, to be homeless. Have a nice day and remember the land of the homeless is just one paycheck or divorce away.
He is more or less the hero of hobos and takes care of those who are decent folk and need the most help. I am one of his recruits. We met while I was staying in a building that was near completion. A nice $300,000.00 town home where some one will make a decent family and have their "American Dream" fulfilled.
I got to thinking last night that it ain't so bad if you can find high ground and a wind and rain break,, also if you can sleep lying down, instead of standing up. So I found a near completed town home that will remain my abode for a few days until the "dick" throws me out.
Be-Bop found me asleep and woke me up, telling me what I'm doing wrong and why. We got to talking and he asked me about my homeless situation and about the horrific divorce that left me homeless and he shared part of his story. A veteran of foreign wars and a college graduate, Be-Bop ain't that dumb.
Anyway, we decided it would be a good thing if we hung out together and patrolled the area together. In my world,, having a partner is necessary. Be-Bop and I decided I need a hobo name, so I'm kinda asking you readers to help name a hobo, namely me.
We begin looking after some of the street people who come out of the woodwork at strange hours of the day and night. We check in on Pops, a 79 year old homeless man and some of the other characters and find them all alive, thank God.
Be-Bop is usually the one who calls the coroner after he discovers some one who didn't make it through the night. So on it goes, the endless cycle of survival on the streets. Tonight, I'll make it back to the town home and stay there.
Tomorrow morning I have court and I need to be near a bathroom for the morning and then I can at least sponge bathe. Right now, I'm getting ready to take a nap in the bookstore. More later as the great American homeless adventure continues. It's kinda funny, because someone gave me a dollar yesterday and I didn't even wash his windows. Wow,, to be homeless. Have a nice day and remember the land of the homeless is just one paycheck or divorce away.
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