The other day I was walking down the sidewalk minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye I spot a homeless friend from the neighborhood -"Trump!" I yell at him, without hesitation he yells - "Hitler!" - We share our usual chuckle over the gesture and he pipes - "It's like your guy doesn't know what the hell is going on. All of a sudden he wakes up one day and decides to levy tariffs on everything. His behavior reminds me of a temper mental child. The country is in lots of trouble as long as this clown is running the show. I still don't see why you like this guy. I thought you were smarter than that."
My homeless friend & his politics. Indeed, I find it a humorous lot - "I am going to tell you this for the umpteenth time. I am starting to sound like a broken record, so I want you to listen...Okay?" Like I said, listening to his politics is mostly humorous. Although, it wears thin at times. Today was one of those times - "Trump isn't going anywhere as long as the economy remains healthy & he does what he says he is going to do with China. As long as he does that. He is not going anywhere." -- "Okay dude, chill out," he says in a sarcastic tone - "Your idol isn't going to make it. I know it. You know it. Everyone knows it." - I shake my head after his comment and add - "Whatever you say dude," in a sarcastic tone of my own. I then change the subject to college basketball.
"My friend Bute from Texas is coming to town soon for the NCAA tourney. I am looking forward to seeing him. I will introduce you to him when he comes to town if we see you." Bute is a business man, but friend first. When he comes to town there is much to discuss - "Is he the guy you told me won all the money when Houston won the series?" My homeless friend hails from College Station and is a fan of all things Texas - "That's him," I proclaim, "He won eight grand when the Astro's pulled it off. Maybe I can get some of his good fortune to rub off on me?" I then look at my homeless friend & say intently (again) - "Bute and I have much to discuss when he comes to town."
Our conversation comes to a close, but not before he asks about Roxy - "How's your girl doing? Is she still as feisty as you were telling me?" I don't know whether to give him my answer or hers, so I give both - "If you listen to her version I am nothing more than a casual acquaintance - I call her my one and only. You figure it out." I bid my homeless friend goodbye and continue on my trek.
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