The other night I was walking home from the market and my route took me in front of the Baptist church. Dan, the homeless guy, lives in the church courtyard. I hadn't seen him in a week - so I decided to stop for a visit:
"Hey, it's the village idiot of Las Vegas! Are you rich and famous yet?" He asks the same question every time he sees me. I tell him no and say - "Where the fuck have you been? I thought I was going to have to call the state militia and send out a search party for you." - He laughs and says, "I have been dog setting the last few days. I am back now!" -- I stated earlier he had been out of the neighborhood for a week - it was strange not seeing him. It felt like things were off kilter. That's just a weird feeling I was having (it's probably nothing).
"Well, let's hear the latest blog from the village idiot," he says. I immediately read him the one about my landlord the China man (in character). He laughs and says - "You sound just like Bruce," Dan use to live in the dump truck I call home a long time ago -- he then adds, "You do the best imitation of him," (next time I do a post about him I will make it an audio and everyone can hear my imitation of a seventy year old China man).
We chat a little more and then I tell him I must go, he says - "Keep up the good work. I will catch you around village idiot of Las Vegas," I smile and tell him bye.
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