Lamont drank his last bottle of wine and laid down in the bus shelter. He didn't seem to care that the shelter reeked of urine or that a cockroach had been crawling on the ham sandwich he had for dinner. Instead, he closed his eyes and reveled in his hobophoria. He felt like he was floating on clouds of Wonder Bread.
by Hobo2 January 30, 2006
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