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  • Just another trip home

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    I’ve gotta stop looking at homeless people. The other evening I got caught up in gazing at a homeless guy with a long, pointed face and thick, dark dreadlocked hair all sticking out over his head, like Medusa’s sleeping snakes. He had olive skin and a bedraggled beard, and he was rugged up in a…

  • Fragile City

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    Yesterday I saw the homeless guy (the one who lives in front of the church & used to own a spiderman blanket) in the supermarket in the new shopping centre (the one with the white floor). He was buying a loaf of white sliced bread, lining up with everyone else & checking the change in…

  • Crossroads

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    I haven’t seen him for quite some time, & by ‘him’ I mean, of course, the spideylovingBUMwholivesinfrontofthechurchacrosstheroad. Today there was an extensive collection of blankets & sports bags there, fashioned almost to look like two people sleeping under covers. But no, when I ambled a little closer I realised it was just bags. Under blankets.…

  • Maybe an answer to the homeless obsession of mine

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    I still love overheardnyc: http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/001629.html Stormtrooper: Man, I can’t even move in this thing. I thought about starting an overheardsydney, but I just don’t get out much & maybe the drunken conversations I have with friends are more humourous for me than they are for anyone else. Test: X (miming answering his phone): I’d like…

  • I have seen my future. In it, I wear the same shoes.

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    I’m in town today with my friend K. & she points out that there’s a homeless guy ahead of us who seems to be partying on pretty fiercely. “Gee, he’s having a good time, eh?” she says, as the bum starts ranting & singing & rumaging through a bin & singing & ranting some more.…

  • Words, just words

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    TWO nights without internet. TWO LONG NIGHTS. LOOOOOOOOONNGG nights. Curiously, I hardly miss it. How freaky. I must be losing my mind (& I’m unlikely to miss _that_ either). I was about to relay some news about the ache in my shoulder, but then I realised: that is dull. strangedave has neglected to add this…

  • Update Over the Road

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    It was raining today, so the spiderman-loving bum who lives in front of the church across the road was not in sight, but the fact I found myself looking for him reminded me of the last time I ran into him. He’d scored himself a mobile phone, one of them new-fangled ones with the cameras…

  • Just a general update, really, no big deal

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    So the bum in front of the church across the road seemed fully into his Gameboy this morning, pressing its little buttons like mad. And then I realised, he didn’t _have_ the Gameboy.* In other news, I’m apparently an Angst Writer. Oh, please, bite me (she said, morosely). I’d paste the dooverlacky text in, but…

  • Update #1: The Bum

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    So someone has given the bum across the road in front of the church a Gameboy. He sat there all morning, pressing Gameboy buttons. I mean, I don’t know if the thing has batteries, but it’s good he has a hobby. Being homeless has got to suck.

  • I apologise in advance for this post

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    Opposite my building at work, & in front of a church, lives a bum. He likes to sleep late, this bum, & this morning I noticed that beneath the grubbiness & general filth of his blanket is a huge red & black image of Spiderman. I almost wanted that blanket. ‘Cept that would be crazy.…