Hobo Ken in Hoboken
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I am in a very odd mood.
My friend Brett just returned from hopping trains out to Chicago - we were jamming at his house - he presented us with a gift from his journey - a spray painted rock from a bank line along the mighty mississip - I clutched it in my jacket pocket from Brooklyn to Jersey. This evening I saw HOBO KEN - turns out he flew in the 101st airborne with Hendrix - his friend had the hat and the cane to prove it - their eyes were half open and black - it was more than likely the heroin. The group of three got off at the Hoboken stop and sat on a bench as the men in blue passed with their hands on their belts. I am certain it is a lucky rock.
Of course this is only the tip of the iceberg.
I am in a very odd mood.
