Day 4 – Thanksgiving Leftovers

I tried to be nice and take the hobos some food for Thanksgiving, but they seem completly disinterested. All they did was shamble around in their drunken stupor. I remember what it was like to be that drunk, but that was back in college, I think these hobos need to get off my lawn. I know I sound like a crochety old man, but still, they smell like death, or at least a really old person.

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