A Bum's Story

Can’t you take a hint? If you don’t mind I would like some peace and quiet. What is the matter with you? All I want to do is sleep. Who are you and why do you seem to stare so? Is it my clothes, my collection of things here? This is my bedroom for what it’s worth. Well, don’t look that way, you startled me too. Don’t worry about my appearance, just trust me, I do not want trouble. You’re still staring. Don’t bite ya know. Anyway, there is no such thing as private property; I don’t own this silly place. You have got just as much a right to be here as I do. Hey do you want to sit a minute? I just want to talk. I can share some coffee if I can get my silly Sterno can lit again. Now hey, don’t be scared. I may look like a frightening beast of a man, but I am really a nice guy. I just haven’t been around to bathing for a couple of months or so, it’s not like I can jump in a shower every morning.Actually, it gets lonely here on the street if you can imagine. I would love to have your company if you will stay a minute or two. Aw, now, I know that sounds awkward, silly really, but, hell I haven’t talked to anyone in seven, naw, maybe more, maybe fifteen years. You’re still looking at me that way. Where are those matches, gotta whole box round here somewhere. Don’t worry, I don’t want money and I am no pervert, just let me talk for a few moments okay? I am pretty clear most of the time cause I don’t drink like a lot of the folks here on the street. I just am not used to holding conversations with anyone for too long.Actually I am surprised that you haven’t run yet. But you look braver and perhaps kinder than most folks. Let me get this silly coffee going. I have a bag of clean plastic cups somebody gave me last week so don’t worry about germs. You can pull your your own cup outa the bag there if you want. Anyway, my hands are dirty. Now where should I start? In the time that it took me to travel from childhood to where I exist now, I can honestly say that if not for the grace of memory, I should like to think of it all as a wonderful and exciting journey from some sort of best selling book. But that is not the truth. Do you like sugar in yours? I have extra packets from McDonalds. The real truth of my life, lies somewhere between Missoula Montana and where I am now. This is just another cold and damp place I call home. The shadow-in-a-doorway existence, the reaching-for-pity-coins-and-sympathy, holes-in-my-shoes-and-soul reality, the off-of-the main-thoroughfare-of-life dimension. Watch it, the coffee is a little hot. Don’t sue me, okay? Heh heh. Most days I cough from deep in my lungs, and I guess that the rumble in there is a sign that this silly story is better told sooner than later. I can read you what I have written of my story.

A Bum's Story

Rhinovangogh

Dolan Springs, United States

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This is the beginning of a novel I started while taking breaks between editing my first. The bum is the hero who is found and tells his tale… Someday I will finish this story.

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