I was listening to "Back Home" and thinking all about California, Minnesota, Iowa, and where I belong or never did. Looking at the seat next to me that was otherwise vacant except for the other half of my take-out Chinese buffet that I didn't get to finish on my half hour break at Best Buy. 9 hours of work is tiring.
As I exit the vehicle I notice a group of people loitering around a house near by, conversing about random stuff. As I approach them out of necessity due to them blocking the sidewalk, they start a conversation with me. They all looked homeless, really hungry, and were giving me the once-over and eyeing my take-out, so this was interesting.
And then they start talking to me about drugs....
What the eff? Anyway, they start talking about how they are "junkies," their words, not mine. And start talking about all their problems, and one of the guys who is 41 is practically soliciting his daughter out to me. So I just keep my cool, talk to them about the day, and then they start praising me for being "cool" and having my "shit right and having my head on right."
I guess maybe this story is pointless, but I just don't understand why I all these perceived societal rejects and creepy people are drawn to me, like I'm some underground hero or something. I enjoy the conversations, but they're always really weird experiences. I don't know of this stuff happening to other people.
Anyway....just another day in the life...
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