Some of you may remember the Wandering Hobo and some of you may be asking what the hell is going on. To explain to those wondering or a little refresher for those..not wondering, please read the blogs from July and August in 2007. Anyways I had a brush with my hobo past today and not in the greatest of circumstances. However like all good stories there is a lesson to be learned, some sort of endured troubles, a cumbersome yet delightful understanding based on past experience and a large pile of poop.
The office building I work at is about 3 feet off of the neighbouring building thus creating a comfy cove. At one end are some bushes that hide the cove and at the other a parking unit that is lit but also hides the cove. Over winter someone has started to stock pile stuff in the gap. I suspect a sleeping quarters were the next stage as when I showed up to work yesterday there was a mattress in our parking lot just off from the hideaway. So this morning when showed up I decided I would help them move to a new location.
So I clean up the parking lot, swept and moved the bed and decided I was ready to tackle the collection in the gap. This collection I knew was growing and I also knew changed. There occasionally were some very heavy items. So I knew the work wouldn't be easy. And sure enough to top it all off right in the middle of the entrance about 2 ft. in was a freshly laid poop. I wasn't thrilled and sadly realized I would have to work around this poop. which also happened to be right next to the largest stock pile.
Now that is not the part that gets me. Really the Vomit smell gets me...I almost vomit..regain composure and later its the thought that gets me. Why does someone who lives in this condition, with old couch cushions for a mattress, a collection of bags, and who has clearly ate a pigeon, why do they have the audacity to start a collection of broken electronics? For example a broken laminator that I threw out from the office. Its heavy and worthless and no good to a hobo unless used as a weapon, but really to heavy to use as a weapon. Or a TV that is about 40 years old and the plastic is smashed to shit and I can clearly see the moisture has had a negative impact on the insides. What do they use it for? Is it a trophy? Does it indicate status, like owning cattle? I don't know these answers. All I know is that it took some caution to maneuver with it around the large pile of shit they also left for me.
Then to my delight at the other end of the break between the building behind some industrial piping, almost like apartment B I found another stash which is clear belonging to another street walker. So I go around the other side of the building and neatly kept in a potato box is a supply of moldy food and a really nice pair of knee high boots. So I relocate these and look at the graffiti placed on our panel box outside. As I look at it, I relive my hobo days and to my delight clearly see for the first time ever not it a book or online, hobo writing. Which clearly indicated where the box was and something else I couldn't decipher. All my research and work in my early life paid off for this moment of realization.
The rest of the day was filled with small delights. I felt like bugs were crawling up me all day and I checked to see and thankfully the boots were snatched up as no one would have wanted to let those slip through their fingers.
I promptly took a shower when I got home, washed all my clothes and things and then wrote a blog. Good day.
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