Problem Child
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I live in a small town. Less than 25,000 people, and we have a town bum. We probably have more than one, but this bum is the one everyone knows about. He's probably in his mid fifties, but looks seventy-five. He has long silver greasy hair and a scraggly beard. He walks huched over and shuffles along in tiny steps, but moves pretty quickly for a bum. His clothes are stained and torn, and he wears old tennis shoes with no socks and no laces in the shoes.
He's a crazy old coot. He talks to himself outloud in stores. He goes on about this "motherfuckercocksucker" and how the special sauce is soaking his brain and his duck feet can make him swim across the jello lake. He's nuts. He dives into dumpsters and collects bottles and cans, for money to stay alive I suppose.
Today I was in the auto parts store, and this stinky old bastard brushes past me and buys several packages of candy and pays with change. Mumbling to himself the whole time. I followed him outside and watched as he fed the candy to a little puppy he has tied up to the inside of a shopping cart. The puppy was tied with a one-foot-long piece of cord. There was nothing to keep him off the steel grate of the shopping cart. You could see where he had been shitting through the steel mesh.
I wanted to go over to this crazy old fucker and tell him he wasn't allowed to have a dog. I wanted to tell him that the dog's well-being was more important than him having a pet.
I didn't though, and but I wish I would have. I guess I was too busy trying to take care of my business to help out a little dog. I'm going to be looking for that old man next time I go to town.
He'd better not be sleeping or passed out if he wants to keep that dog.
He's a crazy old coot. He talks to himself outloud in stores. He goes on about this "motherfuckercocksucker" and how the special sauce is soaking his brain and his duck feet can make him swim across the jello lake. He's nuts. He dives into dumpsters and collects bottles and cans, for money to stay alive I suppose.
Today I was in the auto parts store, and this stinky old bastard brushes past me and buys several packages of candy and pays with change. Mumbling to himself the whole time. I followed him outside and watched as he fed the candy to a little puppy he has tied up to the inside of a shopping cart. The puppy was tied with a one-foot-long piece of cord. There was nothing to keep him off the steel grate of the shopping cart. You could see where he had been shitting through the steel mesh.
I wanted to go over to this crazy old fucker and tell him he wasn't allowed to have a dog. I wanted to tell him that the dog's well-being was more important than him having a pet.
I didn't though, and but I wish I would have. I guess I was too busy trying to take care of my business to help out a little dog. I'm going to be looking for that old man next time I go to town.
He'd better not be sleeping or passed out if he wants to keep that dog.
