It recently accured to me how absurd my current living arrangements are. Im currently renting a room off of my older and rather sick father who spends his days spinning off into 9 to 5 television-oblivion, to help him pay his bills and to give me a place to rest my head for the week or so each month that I'm not on the road traveling or exploring the sub-cultural happenings of whatever random city I'm in at the time.
After a few hours of basic tedium as I was home only long enough to meet up with an aquantence before I left town again, I went out in search of a blunts worth of marijuana to puff on while I grooved to some toons and waited for my buddy to arrive. When I stepped out the front door I saw a hobo dressed in filthy rags lying in a crouched position behind the wall of my front porch. "Rich" as we knew the man would spontaneously come out of the alleys every so often to clean our backyard without any prior agreement with us or request by us. Eventually this led to a random ten bucks here or there for his troubles and the ability to "store some boxes" in the basement.
In a trembled and quiet voice Rich remarked from his horrizontal position "...Im hiding...". Puzzled and doing my best to fight back a laugh I asked what he was hiding from and he said, "see the guy in the blue jacket......he's out for me!" I looked up to see another scraggly old hobo across the street who seemed too zombified to know or care who or what was on the street across from him. As I walked away from the house I looked back to see Rich's head pop up from behind the wall and dip back under like a rat hiding in its hole, taking a look around.
Rich doesnt seem to be a bad guy, and he willingly cleaned our toilets today while explaining to me his masters degree in Psychology and military past as I blazed hearty blunts of pot and listened to the grateful dead. It was only shortly before this time I realized that Rich was in fact living inside the boxes he had moved into our basement, and had even found away to wire a television with cabel by splicing wires that hung down on top of him.
I will repost later with more of the Rich chronicles as they evolve over time.
After a few hours of basic tedium as I was home only long enough to meet up with an aquantence before I left town again, I went out in search of a blunts worth of marijuana to puff on while I grooved to some toons and waited for my buddy to arrive. When I stepped out the front door I saw a hobo dressed in filthy rags lying in a crouched position behind the wall of my front porch. "Rich" as we knew the man would spontaneously come out of the alleys every so often to clean our backyard without any prior agreement with us or request by us. Eventually this led to a random ten bucks here or there for his troubles and the ability to "store some boxes" in the basement.
In a trembled and quiet voice Rich remarked from his horrizontal position "...Im hiding...". Puzzled and doing my best to fight back a laugh I asked what he was hiding from and he said, "see the guy in the blue jacket......he's out for me!" I looked up to see another scraggly old hobo across the street who seemed too zombified to know or care who or what was on the street across from him. As I walked away from the house I looked back to see Rich's head pop up from behind the wall and dip back under like a rat hiding in its hole, taking a look around.
Rich doesnt seem to be a bad guy, and he willingly cleaned our toilets today while explaining to me his masters degree in Psychology and military past as I blazed hearty blunts of pot and listened to the grateful dead. It was only shortly before this time I realized that Rich was in fact living inside the boxes he had moved into our basement, and had even found away to wire a television with cabel by splicing wires that hung down on top of him.
I will repost later with more of the Rich chronicles as they evolve over time.
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