He was drying out his socks over some railings and sitting on a park bench with nothing on his feet.
He looked really sad staring into space and trying not making eye contact with anyone. It was as if the world around him didn’t exist.
The smell that came from his direction was stomach churning but he didn’t really look dirty.
I can’t say I’ve seen that many tramps recently. Not ones that look like the stereotype homeless person anyway. Bags and all
Nowadays it’s just guys hassling you outside WH Smiths trying to flog the Big Issue.
Like everyone else I walked past and carried on with my life. I might think I’m a caring person but when I comes down to it I do fuck all.
Why are most homeless people men of all ages or women over 50 ?.
There is a guy I see some mornings in the paper shop. He must be 80 if he’s a day and always says hello. The more I see him the more he chats. Nothing interesting just small talk about the weather or the noise of the traffic or any old shit.
But he’s got this sort of weird creepy aura about him. His skin is so white he looks dead and his teeth add to the effect by wobbling about as he speaks. There is so much hair coming outta his nose he could tie a knot in it and every now and then a little bit of spit shoots outta his gob when he’s saying something.
I don’t know why I feel like this about the poor guy because he hasn’t said or done anything strange to me but he’s got a sort of creepy thing going on.
I found out this morning that he used to be a butcher !. Gulp and he’s gay ! Double Gulp..