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Date Posted: 01:10:53 10/22/09 Thu
Author: hobo sam
Subject: once again

if it wasn't cars it was kids, if it wasn't kids it was cops, if it wasn't cops it was rain. and today, rain it was. once again sam found himself surrounded by the pitter patter of acid cold drops, bringing to him both the damp, chill relief he had awaited since the summer and the beginnings of a nasty cold. no one ever realized, but even a simple cold was enough to cause a man livin' on the streets to croak. just another life threatening disease hobos had to put up with.

simple and in hell.

sam's dark eyes traveled from his huddled position near a dumpster to the coffee shop across the street. so many happy people. from young to old to the in-betweens, there were warm, jubilant faces in that building, paying not a notice to a single lonesome man, freezing his blood a...

daily news and cursing tongue.

a harsh burst of wind caused sam's newspapers to tatter wildly. newspapers weren't much for reading these days as they were for keeping warm, though not much one could do with them when in the rain. in the rain, paper was no good for reading nor warmth. "same with people." the hobo sniffed aloud to himself, allowing icy fingers to hug the faded orange traffic cone closer to his body.

alone and feared.

no one had bothered this one much in the past few months, though it was partly himself. it hadn't taken to much effort to stay low key and out of sight. he'd passed people familiar with him without a second look. he'd even begged from one poor buggar who failed to recognize him. of course, that was after he had been manhandled by some drunk teenage punks. they proved to themselves that hobo's couldn't fight.

feared? as if...

a smile played on chapped and paled lips as droopy lids turned back down to the dirty starbucks cup that was fenced by his muddy converse.

danger is not something cowards see coming.

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Replies:

Not to soon, either -- Lyla Jones, 07:16:43 10/26/09 Mon
- hobos can laugh -- hobo sam, 18:26:08 10/26/09 Mon
  - do it then -- Lyla, 18:44:08 10/29/09 Thu