soeffinhappy

Well they call me a slob but I'm just doin my job
A journal by Sean Fogarty

So what do you do when people say you look like a hobo? Three different people told me that today. THREE people. I don't think I look like a hobo. I'm wearing a pair of jeans, a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and a black hat. What's hoboish about that? Nothing I tell you. Nothing. If you ask me they're all crazy. Except that sounds suspiciously like something a hobo would say. So I took a look in the mirror. Hmmm. My hair IS a little out of control. And my goatee COULD stand to be trimmed a little better. I don't know if I'd say that I looked like a hobo, but definitely a slob. So then I tried to think of things people do when they see hobos. Avoid eye contact, cross the street, shake their heads, put change in the guys cup. Thankfully no-one has put change in any cup of mine so I think I'm still safe, but a lot of people avoid eye contact with me. Now I'm scared. I'm right on the hairy edge of homelessness. What if I fall over? Will I have to stay a hobo for the rest of my life? I imagine that wouldn't look very good on a resume. Current job: Hobo. Duties include looking raggedy, smelling of alchohol, begging for change and talking to myself. These are great qualifications for member of an underground rock band but terrible for almost any other job. I wonder if I'll have to quit my job when I fall into the black hole of hoboism. Will I have to carry a stick with a bag on it? Where do I get those bottles with the three X's on them? I've never known a hobo before, I'm not really sure how to go about being one. If anyone has any tips on hoboism. Please let me know. Thanks.