Years ago there was a street person who would sit on the Kearny Street steps, who had four utterances. "
Hey man, gimme a quarter." "
Go get me a burger." "
Buy me a bottle of Ripple". "
Got a cigarette?" It was a simple existence, funded largely by the public. Old, out of it, arthritic, with his rent actually paid by one of the city or federal agencies.
Don't ask for details, but I know that the ceiling of his abode was covered in flies.
I cannot remember if he ever changed his clothes, but he did drop his pants accidentally once or twice. This was well before Fox News regularly trashed San Francisco for being "woke". Before the country took care of its old people and bused them to drag shows or Donald Trump rallies to hoot and jeer and soil their seats.
I'm sure the neighborhood fondly misses him.
He represented class
One day social services finally became aware of this semi-ambulatory public health hazard scaring the public and disturbing the peace, and shipped him off. He is probably a model citizen now, somewhere in Florida, kind of overweight, garbed in an American flag sweatsuit, driving around on a personal mobility scooter with 'don't tread on me' decals and 'vaccines kill' stickers, getting ready to riot tomorrow when Donald Trump is arrested.
I'm looking forward to seeing him on the news.
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