To the sad puppy eyes, lost hobo with the yellow T-shirt:
After disappearing for weeks, I finally saw you wandering up the street singing your heart out yesterday on Barrington. We were getting scared that you might have gotten heat stroke or something.
I’ve had a toonie in my pocket for weeks. I hope you find your way out of this soon. —TheHoboProtectorate
This article appears in Aug 5-11, 2010.
Awww. That’s so sweet. A Leftie/Yuppie couple of my acquaintance had their own favorite street person back in the early -90s. They’d always give him money and ask how he was doing. An older man with a craggy, weather-beaten face and iron gray hair pulled back in a short queue. He used to wear an old blue pea-jacket and he actually resembled a jack-tar that you might have seen down on the docks a hundred and fifty years ago.
Then one day after getting his fiver he asked the girl if she enjoyed copulating with african-americans. Except that wasn’t his exact choice of words and my Lefty/Yuppie acquaintances had to find a new favorite bum.
yea it’s just like a bum to turn something so pure and innocent and turn it into lustful and tawdry 🙂
ps: I’ll assume the bleeding heart dried up at the thought of hobo lov’n 🙂
feed it to a real puppy martym…they enjoy dehydrated treats
It was his use of “that word” that they found most offensive. I still see him around from time to time. His hair is white now and he’s sporting a pair of Buddy Holly’s but he looks pretty much the same. Probably found some new yuppie patrons. I always thought he was sort of cool myself, when he wasn’t arguing with himself and picking up ciggie butts.
he probably got the specs for the hipster look which would surely endear him to generous clientele 🙂