Sans crack of course.
There are several crackheads/homeless people/crazies who hang out “near” my house. I am not sure exactly where they live, but I see them everyday. More often than my own parents in fact. This compels me somehow, to know them. To understand them. To seek out their stories. I find them all so fascinating but three of them really have caught my eye.
There is Papa Smurf, who is the daddy of the homeless group. He sports a white beard and generally looks as though he could be keeping everyone collected. I see him sitting under the highway underpass in the mornings, usually with a smile on his face. There is one girl and several guys who hang out with him, one who always wears a nice black smoking jacket. He would be dashing if it weren’t for the dust. Then there is Boy Toy. He doesn’t really hang out with the other group, but I see him walking near them a lot. He wears women’s clothes about 4 sizes too small. His best outfit so far was the tight-fitting, too short jeans, gut hanging out all over the place, hairy chest complementing the white bra, worn proudly with white high heels, obviously. Absent from the scene often, I imagine he wanders pretty far though I haven’t seen him in the surrounding areas ever. Maybe he already has a best friend to hang out with and doesn’t need my companionship. ...Continue Reading
