Editor's Note - Homeless Frank lives in front of the building where I work. I pay him food in return for blog entries. For this one he got a bottle of Boone's Farm and a tin of Chef Boy-R-Dee. I've corrected spelling and grammar; all thoughts belong to Frank.
Today Homeless Frank shares his thoughts about the economy.
I got to get a plan together. I gots to figure out an angle. Back in '71 I had angles coming out my ass. I was the King of Angles.
Back then I had it all figured out. I spent nights being a bouncer at this titty bar in South Philly and my days bouncing on the tittys I had protected the night before. More nipples than a man knew what to do with. Had all my teeth back then.
In May of 1975 I worked my ass off loading watermelons down in north Florida. Shittiest job I ever had. You ever lug a melon? Not something I recommend.
Best job I ever had was tending bar. I got paid to be around booze. Fucking dream. That lasted all of 3 months. Sometimes dreams got to end when you get your ass thrown out on the street.
You all lazy assholes. YOU CAN'T ALL BE A LIKE ME. Somebody gots to tote the melons so the rest can eat the sweet meat.
And stop bitching bout losing your house. I ain't got no house. Don't see me all up gnashing my teeth and wailing my arms.
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