LifeofaParty

LifeofaParty

A homeless person is a duck out
of water iff you move them from their survival try to help them but
they are the life of the party or the best dinner guest if you can
get past the smell long enough to stand them cracking one liners
telling old stales and long winding stories mostly about childhood
wails. Eye am convinced they are all drunks and alcoholic’s eye
witnessed a woman carrying a brand new still in the plastic covered
item. She was trying to get a cigarette. She was supposed to enter
the store with her hubby to turn the item into money but she had
twisted away from him to ask me a non smoking android for a cigarette
undaunted off she went to look for hubby once more as soon as eye
refused her. Eye played fast and loose occupying the Security Guard
long enough for her to escape his evil eye become a fence for poor
old woman needed fixed. She just needed fixed. A fix. A noxious odor
in her nose. A tobacco tube rose. A poor person’s banal bane. A
tortuous addiction disguised as a bad habit in nuns clothing she was
dressed as a house guest. Eye tired and tired of trying to find my
money belt it’s missing so eye had a burger and a coffee from
the wallet then eye went to homeless place to sleep in a nice
neighborhood where they cut the fences to get in. There is where eye
lay me down to sleep the life of a homeless party of one all alone no
beers no cigarettes no fun unless it counts what eye done all alone
in the night.