The other day I was walking down the sidewalk minding my own business when out of no where - I hear - "Hitler!" Looking around, I couldn't find the source of the noise - "Must be in my head," I tell myself as I continue my trek down the sidewalk - "Hitler!" I hear again moments later, this time much louder -"Over here village idiot!" - Flamingo Avenue is six lanes & runs E-W through town. It's a major thoroughfare in Las Vegas - Turns out the voice I thought was initially in my head was originating from the south side of Flamingo. I was standing on the north.
"Trump!" - I yell with enough force to be heard over the sounds of traffic whizzing by. It was my homeless friend from the neighborhood; the two of us share a running gag on the Trump/Hitler greetings - "Your fucking idol is about to be toast!" He yells over the streaking sound of a passing crotch rocket - Think about this for a moment. How many people can say they have argued with a homeless guy about politics while screaming across six lanes of traffic? - "I told you this already!" Yelling as loud as possible because of the clamor - "As long as Trump does what he says he is going to do with China & other bi-lateral trade agreements! He's not going no where!" - He yells something inaudible - It is then I decide my time should be appropriated to something more productive than yelling politics at a homeless guy across six lanes of traffic. So I wave him off & carry on.
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