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a homeless man approached me. this particular man is somebody i am wary of, he is a mean drunk.i don’t know for sure that he is homeless as he could be another of the regular drunks hanging around the surrey cres shops in auckland.
there are a number of homeless/drunks that i have known by name, flicked them the occasional coin and talked to about whatever comes up. this guy is not one of them. i recall one day talking to one of the guys from nostromo books, shortly after i sat next to the homeless man at the bus stop. he told me about his great idea for a 1 minute noodles [as opposed to the 2 minutes that ramen usually take] and then looked toward the bookstore and told me i must be a ’redneck nigger poof’ if they were my friends, he then carried on to tell me i would die of aids.
well it was food for thought.