Hobos

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aurora.

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so im in cambridge, MA and we went on a midnight oreo run to CVS and decided to talk to this hobo that is always outside CVS....we offered him oreos but he said no, becuase he caimed he was vegan and instead proceeded to tell us his life story and how he got where he was...and said that he got on a train with a bandana on and the police came and took him to a torture chamber in an underground tunnel. He called the FBI from jail and the ACLU and said niether of those organizations would help him becuase the girls in the FBI and ACLU are only attracted to middle eastern men and hate low income white males. he was pretty crazy and tried to follow us back to our dorm...we also talked to a homeless lady and her husband and she said she lost her house that was like 5 blocks away becuase she got in debt and cambridge is the only thing she knows. We told her to go to the homeless shelter where they could help her and she got really angry and said she didn't need help from anyone....

anyway, i was bored and decided to make a thread about this, anyone else ever talk to hobos? any interesting stories?? its pretty sad and if we talk to them we make sure they know where the shelter is.
 
yes i know its a sketchy thing to do...which is i talked to them in a fairly large group all comprised of guys....it was just interesting becuase you always wonder how they got to the point of living on the street because becoming homeless when your an average middle class american isn't a threat or in your scope of vision at all....yes most of them are crazy or have social problems that dont allow them to function in society but its just interesting to actually ask them instead of assuming and stereotyping...
 
i work at a park where there are a number of homeless people around. 5 or 6 on a daily basis. some of them just kind of mind there own, but some get drunk and hyper. whenever we are changing the recycling bags they always wanna go through for the beer cans. my supervisor talks to one guy named jimmy quite often, but i prefer to keep my distance.
 
state street in madison, wi, runs from the capitol to the university, and cars are not allowed to drive on most of the street, so it is a place where bums hang out and hassle the people walking by.

we were out at the bars one night and this bum blocked us on the sidewalk and asked for change. my roomate said that he didn't have any cash, only a credit card, and the bum yelled "that's ok, i've got paypal!" and proceded to rattle off his paypal account.
 
haha in downtown van we have the singing hobo (he rollerskates around with a guitar) and the rapping bumb, who if you give him money you get to give him a topic to rap about. Last topic i heard was club sandwiches. Guy slayed
 
i always get hit on by hobos so i try to steer clear from them. which is pretty hard in downtown portland because theyre everywhere. but sometimes if a hobo has a kid ill give them a little money.
 
in my town we have a bunch of retarded people but theyre pretty nice. theres this one guy who walks the streets all day pretending to drive a mustang and theres another guy whos always at the skatepark on this bench and he picks up cans all the time. i talked to him sometimes and hes nice but smells like shit
 
every time my brother and i are in a car together we play this game we made up called "spot the hobo" and who ever spots a hobo first wins. its fun because there are only like 2 hobos where i live
 
my friend's little sister is more of a 'preppy' kind of girl, and she most definitely got spit on by a hobo outside of the movies... haahaha
 
this guy down the road from me lives in this big old house but dosent have electric or heating and walks about a mile or two to the local bar cause he cant drive......... hes actually a really smart guy i think i heared he has a really high IQ....... any ways hes fun to talk to.... one time on his way back from the bar he passed out on the middle of the road.... it was pretty funny tho.... had brain surgery a year ago..... good ole taxes took care of the bill tho...
 
my neighbor is fucking crazy. his sister pays for his house and bills and food and everything. he fought in vietnam, and is a headcase. the government doesn't even fucking know he is still alive. they think he died in vietnam. he gets absolutely no money and should get social security and everything from his old coal mining job. he owns upwards of 50 guns. his mind is so fried from doing pretty much every drug known to man. he used to be REALLY smart though, IQ wise i guess. he stops by to talk to me all the time and tell me his crazy stories in vietnam and his drug days. he is actually one of the nicest guys i've met though...good ol' jerry
 
Ya he certainly is a strange brew of a dude. Structurally he knows how to conduct a good, coherent argument. The content however is dyed in a classically paranoid-schizophrenic interpretation of the world - full of mobsters and government corruption. Maybe he was once a well educated dude who lost his mind, but let me tell you, these days he is most certainly missing a few marbles.
 
i was standing outside a taco bell in gainesville florida and then it happened, a twist on the old bum fight. this is how it went down:

i hear someone talking loudly. i turn to my left to see a hobo a ways down the sidewalk. He was talking loudly and motioning with his hands to some invisible person in front of him.

at this point the argument gets more heated and i can hear what he is saying, "you stepped on my god damn shoe!" at this point he looks very angry. then he continues, " you work for the government!the fbi! ive seen you before!" he steps forward as if to confront the "person". "Quit following me!"

now he literally throws down the backpack he had been wearing and yells " you want some!" "come on!" he proceeds to throw a puch in the air. shortly he is full on pounding the air, both arms swinging, a couple knees thrown in for good measure. then he yelled "owww!" he then tackled the air and started rolling on the ground, still throwing puches. and screaming the whole time.

Eventually he stops rolling around and just lays there motionless. I cooly walk away sipping my baja blast as if nothing ever happened, fresh memories of this epic one bum fight ingrained in my mind.

 
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