I have finally found a person living outdoors here. This ville is full of bmw's, jags, and mercedes'. This man rolls out on his kicks and big times' it with extra-large grocery bags around town. We probably do not speak the same verbal language. Maybe we can learn to share the same non-verbal dialect: clean socks for free. And, a smile. Not the shit-eating kind. The "Hey. I see you. And I'm still here." kind.
I miss my street friends back Home. Fucking mad miss you fucking all. I love you.
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