...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
still and all, there's gold to be had
the bastard sits down with his bag of breakfast grease and lo and behold y'all, we have hobos in the terminal. it's odd as this is an international terminal, so all sorts of europeans just sack out here. but my son likes to call them hobos.