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| quote: | Originally posted by dartman
thats what i'm talking about. instead of pre-game'n at the house, i'm gonna grab some 40s and find a bum to chill with. i bet they have some prettty wild stories to tell too, it might actually be fun |
hell yeha they do. one nite i was chilling with some friends on santa monica beach drinking and a bum comes up to us. aparently he was hiding from some peeps he had just got into a fight with because they were hanging out in his sleeping spot. we ended up talking to this guy, Charles, for 3 hours. He told us stories on his trips up to San Francisco, about his dog, about being in Jail, about the gay guys who have sex in the lifeguard towers late at nite all this crazy stuff. it was awsome.
ooh also
i remember my friend telling me about these bums up in San Fran, called wood bums. They dress up in camo gear and decorate them selves with sticks and leaves and hide in bushes along the street. When someone walks by they jump out of the bush screaming scaring the shit out of the people passing by then hold out their hands and kindly ask for money.
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