Wednesday, May 18, 2016
I'm a hobo
Hey, man, what's up?
Not much, farmboy. Just the same old same old. Nothing bad, it's just an average day. How about you?
About the same, really. I just finished supper. I had a can of beans. I'm a hobo.
I guess. Just a can of beans?
Refried. With hot sauce. My brother and his family went out for sushi, so I was on my own. Too bad. I love sushi.
I know you can't leave the house.
Yeah, I'm on fuckin' house arrest. Actually, they didn't ask me. I'm afraid my days here are numbered. I think they may be getting sick of me.
Did they tell you that, farmboy?
Well, no, but they went out for dinner and didn't leave a note or anything. Or ask me if I wanted anything. I gotta get walking and climbing stairs and shit. I really don't want to wear out my welcome, you know? I was really afraid that this kind of thing would happen.
I know you were. Do you think that maybe you're misinterpreting this?
Oh, I'm sure I am. I'm always wrong. It's a little habit I have.
Anyway, gotta go, man. I gotta wash my dinner dishes so there's no evidence that I was here. Then I'm going to my room and discreetly smoke weed and isolate myself. (laughs) I love my self-medicated life.