hobo | its a way of life

I got lost today trying to find my friend's graduation party and ended up in the farm land area of the peninsula. So, I'm driving around in the middle of nowhere and ended up pulled over on the side of the road next to a sheep farm and talking to the sheep. Decided I wanted the name hobo, got it, and would so happily be one. Ironically, the bums (not hobos!) in major cities scare the living Hell out of me. One tried to bite me in Los Angeles, spat on my friend too. He had all of three teeth and kept calling me "white she devil!" cos I didn't have spare change. Seriously, if I'm not going to give Batman some spare change then I'm not giving a mean bum my change. That was my drinkin' money >.> Anyways, I never did make it to the party and ended up driving home after three hours.

So, yea. I need to make hobo friends now. You know who you are. btw, this is the_duckie from both LJ and twitter so don't worry if I'm suddenly friending you and you're wondering who the Hell I am. now you know!