Date Posted:12:55:36 07/04/09 Sat Author: hobo sam Subject: darn them 'mites In reply to:
Teige
's message, "Um..." on 01:29:18 07/04/09 Sat
eyes opened as he felt the thin fabric being shoved into the coffeeless cup. "much obliged sir" said the homeless man. he pulled the cup to his chest, sniffing the dollar bill to check for authenticity [and for those nasty money termites...to many times he had fallen asleep and woken to an empty cup]. darn them 'mites he thought inwardly.
though attention had been blurred temporarily by bothersome 'mites, sam still caught the tough man's words. the dirt covered hobo swayed for a few seconds, droopy eyes staring toward the unlit streetlamp above and to the overcast sky. "depends what you'd rightly like to find out." he said drowsily, black and yellow teeth showing themselves like the cheshire cat. "'mites and ghouls alike traverse this land...every one of them after my money. and after me dog." he pointed to a spot in the cement already stained by grease. sam set his traffic cone upright, putting both hands on it like a gentleman's cane.
