I HEART CRAZY HOMELESS PEOPLE
That's right. I have discovered (hopefully) the first of many great differences between OZ and USA. Homeless people. Yes, Australia has homeless, but they are no where near the calibre of the hobos I have found in the grand US.
I believe my appreciation began when I met a homeless guy in Hollywood, who was Jim Morrison and could tell the future - BTW I am going to kill my husband.
Then my most recent run in with my sans addressees, was a kindly homeless guy off of Roosevelt Row. I was having a shitty week (if you couldn't tell by my last entry) and was ready to pack it all in and go home.
When out of no where, or the pile of blankets he was bundled in, came a guy called "Car-keys". He was called this because he carried around a bunch of car keys but had no car. He proceeded to make my week by going into great detail how fabulous America is. And what he said was true. Can I drive throug ATM's in Australia - No. Can I hide behind a piece of paper written over 200 years ago just so I can have a gun - No. In fact Oz doesnt' even have a constitution.
So when in doubt of my position in the world I am going to consult a homeless person. I mean what have they got to lose.
I bought Mr Car keys a cup of coffee and thanked him for his time and skipped home/to my car at least.
I just hope that some day I can be either as adept at perception, or just as plain crazy as Mr Keys.
Only in America.
So I salute you
- Jim Morrison (Hollywood Blvd)
- Car-Keys (Roosevelt)
- Guy in Yellow sweater who said my titties bounced like a porn-stars (Gilbert / University?)
- lady who bums smokes and then puts them into an alredy full packet of cigarettes (Washington)
And any and all homeless who make my and onthers life seem that little bit more sane, even if it is only by comparison.
That's right. I have discovered (hopefully) the first of many great differences between OZ and USA. Homeless people. Yes, Australia has homeless, but they are no where near the calibre of the hobos I have found in the grand US.
I believe my appreciation began when I met a homeless guy in Hollywood, who was Jim Morrison and could tell the future - BTW I am going to kill my husband.
Then my most recent run in with my sans addressees, was a kindly homeless guy off of Roosevelt Row. I was having a shitty week (if you couldn't tell by my last entry) and was ready to pack it all in and go home.
When out of no where, or the pile of blankets he was bundled in, came a guy called "Car-keys". He was called this because he carried around a bunch of car keys but had no car. He proceeded to make my week by going into great detail how fabulous America is. And what he said was true. Can I drive throug ATM's in Australia - No. Can I hide behind a piece of paper written over 200 years ago just so I can have a gun - No. In fact Oz doesnt' even have a constitution.
So when in doubt of my position in the world I am going to consult a homeless person. I mean what have they got to lose.
I bought Mr Car keys a cup of coffee and thanked him for his time and skipped home/to my car at least.
I just hope that some day I can be either as adept at perception, or just as plain crazy as Mr Keys.
Only in America.
So I salute you
- Jim Morrison (Hollywood Blvd)
- Car-Keys (Roosevelt)
- Guy in Yellow sweater who said my titties bounced like a porn-stars (Gilbert / University?)
- lady who bums smokes and then puts them into an alredy full packet of cigarettes (Washington)
And any and all homeless who make my and onthers life seem that little bit more sane, even if it is only by comparison.
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Sounds like your homeless run ins are very exciting