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I knew a homeless guy one time, his name was TwoHats. Well, he was actually a hobo, not the ordinary sort of homeless person. He latched on to my old boyfriend, who let him live in his garage. Two Hats did not want to live in a shelter, and he did not want to cope with the day-to-day grind of work and apartment. He was a free spirit, wrote kinda like Bukowski. He got his meals out of trash cans, and boyfriend's mother gave him stuff, and he got SSD (Social Security for Disabled, due to mental disability), and used it for beer. I would never feel sorry for TwoHats, he had fun all the time. When boyfriend's mother died, a group of nuns took him in and spiffed him up, I think he liked being the center of attention and he stayed. This is the guy who used to bring by his old copies of Fetish Times, I hope he never showed those to the nuns. |
