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After a bit of exploration, my Guide was feelin’ giddy inside, once the social stimuli were provided to him by all those city-kin passerby. Hobos make a hobby out of harassment, but master the craft so well that people perchance might even cough up a dollar. Double whammy I don’t know it just sounds right. Listen to the laughter blaspheme a bladder to flood. Slapped across my teenage face.
Eventually we settled in together, on what appeared to be the porch of a posthumous leasing office. A small structure with an open fence and vacant so he took up home on the front steps. There was a small shelf, with a few random pieces of literature, a desk and swivel chair. Apart from that only a sleeping bag and wouldn’t we glory in minimalism. Comfortable, humble.
