Why A HOBO you ask?
I just like the sound of it ... H..o..bo.
It rolls off the tongue.
I love hobos.
And I hate Hobos.
I like to think I was a Bo in a past life.
Or maybe some guy who busted their heads.
Please note I use the term hobo loosely.
Of course the regular box car riding dirty Hippie
applies.
I consider bums hobos. Vagrants. Street kids.
And the downright insane.
These people give us interesting smells, and
stories to tell. This page will be dedicated to
hobos who need a place to post there stories.
Dedicated to Homeless people who stole a
computer from a starbucks junkie while he was
on his cell phone spouting some crap about how
he misses Elliot Smith.
Please send me your loving thoughts on Hobos.
Or tell me why you refrain from beating them
when they say, "Hey guy, Got some change, come
on man I am such a loser, please gimme some
money to buy crack." Then I'm all "Hell No Bitch,
I work, how come you don't get a job to buy
your crack."
Then I kick their head off Ninja style.
Crazyhobo.com
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Hobo's don't die. They just get made into jerky.