Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I think if I was ever to become a hobo, or one who rides the rails, I would not be a singing hobo, or even a killing hobo. No, I would be a dirty hobo with shit in his pants rather than a song in his heart. Instead of friendship and camaraderie with other hobos I would go out of my way to ride in cars by myself and bite anyone who rode with me. I'd break whatever hobo code there is, and if it doesn't exist I would create it just so that I could break it.

If anyone asked I would explain what it is I'm all about, but I would never explain it to other hobos. My catchphrase would involve something about breaking all the rules or not doing anything by the book. I imagine that I would think of myself as some sort of rogue hobo/police detective from the 70s who is a reckless driver.


I think what I'm trying to say is that I would be a pretty bad hobo. Definitely not the worst hobo though.

I managed to get through all of today without any alcohol. It was my brother's 21st which makes it even weirder. I guess I just really wanted that iced tea at dinner I guess.

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