lunacy_receptacle birdmad I don't quite know why i find it so endlessly entertaining when some deranged homeless person decides to regale me with stories that make my blathes as "tonya" seem downright coherent. the bus stop is a wonderful place indeed middle-aged, androgynous black woman, skinny and reeking of beer and cigarettes "I'm the forrest gump of the bus stop, you know that whole thing from the movie about how life is like a box of chocolates and you never know just what you're gonna get, that's true, you knowm and sure as shit, if you're looking for the nougat or the coconut, you're gonna bite into the cherry cordial - especially if you don't like the cherry ones, but man i gotta catch a bus and get out of here, i don't like hanging around on state property - especially since up until a couple of weeks ago i WAS state property, but i've been pushing this cart around all day and i would like to get somewhere else - do you have a buck for change.. i got a few bucks here but it's mostly nickels and they don't seem to like when i do that and take too long paying my fare never thought i'd find nickels to be so damned important back when i was a little kid at Bethune school pitching pennies over by the wall...REALLY... We used to throw them things away like they were nothing, even back when you could get gum or candy for them... Mister brown the crazy old man down the street... and you've GOTTA hear this one...Used to give us jars of pennies, he'd tell me to split it with my brother and i would, but other than the pennies he was stingy around the neighborhood, and kinda mean, but my aunt used to take care of him, he gave her the key to his house and so she'd drop off food or come in and clean the place up for him every few days until one time he got mad at her or his ex-wife or somebody and took away the keys and then nobody heard from him until the neighbors started to complain about the smell and my little brother hates cats, swore up and down that the nasty smell coming in through our swamp cooler was a dead cat in the alley, but i love all the little creatures, you know and i said that ain't a cat, that's a human smell, so one day i ditched school to go smoke my joint with my friends out by that little store that used to be on the corner a couple of blocks from here and as i'm gettin' home the cops are asking my aunt and me if we know anything about Henry Brown and i say no, because to me, as a kid, he was just MISTER brown, you know what i mean, and it turns out he had DIED... ON THE TOILET even... been there four days before anybody found him and that smell carried all the way down the block, but they fumigated the place and a month or so later someone else was living there sure as nothing had happened because just about the only time i get invited anywhere the family is gonna be is a wedding or a funeral, i don't even fuck with the holidays no more...don't get me wrong, i love my family, do anything for them, fuck up anybody tries to mess with them, but i can't much stand to be around them myself but what can i do they ARE family, so i usually just visit for a minute and move on...looks like here comes your bus, you take care" got back behind her shopping cart as i got on my bus and wheeled away into the night. SEE ALSO: good_morning_senor and hollywood_material_baby 051004 what's it to you? who go blather from