Lee, the happy hobo.
When I was about 15 I knew a guy called Lee. He used to hang around with me and the group of friends I had at that time which was fine because he was a fairly happy, decent guy and was pretty fun.
What was not fine was how dirty he was.
Now when I say “dirty” I don’t mean that he was just a bit smelly, I mean that he may have actually become toxic had he been allowed to live in that condition for a short while longer. During the time that I knew him he
leaned against a wall in another friend’s house, only to leave a stain that could not be cleaned off and actually seeped through and appeared again whenever they tried to paint over it (to my knowledge it is still there today),
randomly caught a pigeon then decided that cleaning his hands wasn’t necessary but just spraying them with deodorant would be good enough. Now that was bad but moments later he proceeded to eat using his pigeon-diseased, stinky spray encrusted hands,
turned a girl into a lesbian solely due to the fact that he was so disgusting and
threw himself down a fairly steep hill to get a pound that someone had dropped.
A few years later I happened to bump into Lee while walking through the town centre, he still looked liked a dirty hobo except the main difference to how he was before was that this time he actually was a hobo. But you know what? He was still very cheerful and didn't seem to have a care in the world. So the moral to this story is: you don't need material things to bring you happiness, you just need to decompose the part of your brain that creates emotions through years of living in filth.
( Mellicious is made of candy, Sun 5 Jul 2009, 19:20, Reply)