TrampsTramps, burn-outs and the homeless insane all go to making life that little bit more interesting.
Gather around the burning oil-drum and tell us your hobo-tales.
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chthonic, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
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Sorry, dead manAs a selfish student in Manchester, I once walked past what I assumed to be a passed out tramp in Piccadilly Gardens. He was laying there, one hand outstretched, under a sleeping bag.
Three hours later, I walked back and he was still in the same place, in the same position.
I assumed he was dead, but didn’t really know what to do. So I did nothing.
Sir, myself, and everyone else that walked past what I still assume to have been your corpse owe you an apology.
I hope you’re resting better now.
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scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 14:01,
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