Post by turbo on Dec 30, 2008 19:51:36 GMT -5
"Let me have some of that heat," a hoarse voice echoes beside him. Underneath the seven month old haircut and beard, "Turbo" obliges. "Certainly," he answers the newcomer, keeping his arms wrapped around his chest, rubbing his shoulders.
"Ain't seen you before, new 'round these parts? Didn't just lose all yer shit, didja?" the gruff newcomer said, breathing into his hands while looking at the flame in front of him.
"No," I replied. "I chose this, until my true home becomes available for me."
"Whatarya, a fuggin' Christian or somethin'?" A puzzled look returns my bearded smirk. "Waitin' fer yer home with God sure as shit gonna be easy when this weather cools up again..."
He leaned closer... "Y'know we got shelters for when that happens, right? Spread yer word in there, Rev'rend... don't need us 'nother homeless statistic..."
A deep laugh echoes from me as I place my hands toward the fire. "No, friend, no... I'm not looking to die..." Again, he thinks, "It's another place... something that I don't quite wanna talk about at this time. Something especially for me..."
"What, you in medical study? I figured the gov'ment was gonna be snatchin' up some of us homeless here sooner or later for some testin'..."
"You're rich," I replied to him. "But it's not medical study. I'm a performer. Hell, if anything? Keep your eyes on the United Center for posters. You'll see what I mean."
"You don't look like one of 'em hockey players..."
"My sport is more brutal. Patience, and you will see."
"Right, and who'm'I lookin' for then? If I'm talkin' to some kinda big shot celebrity over a fire under a bridge... I gotsta know me a name."
I nod, looking him over. "Not many people seem to know it how I look like this. My name is John. That's all that I'll give you..."
"Well, I might get tha picture if yer picture's there and stuff. Ed, by the way..."
"Good to meet you, sir..." I replied. It's been the first time anybody outside of Roman has heard my real name in two years. Since the time I decided to lay low to heal. "But for now, I'm going to scrounge up some food. Perhaps I'll see you later?"
"Hell, don't know where I'll be next, kid. Only reason I stayed in Chicago so long is 'cuz the cold set in. But, hey, godspeed, I'll try and keep me an eye out on that arena so's I can see what the fuck yer talkin' 'bout..."
I give him a slight nod and a grin, climbing up the retaining wall, and on my journey.
"Ain't seen you before, new 'round these parts? Didn't just lose all yer shit, didja?" the gruff newcomer said, breathing into his hands while looking at the flame in front of him.
"No," I replied. "I chose this, until my true home becomes available for me."
"Whatarya, a fuggin' Christian or somethin'?" A puzzled look returns my bearded smirk. "Waitin' fer yer home with God sure as shit gonna be easy when this weather cools up again..."
He leaned closer... "Y'know we got shelters for when that happens, right? Spread yer word in there, Rev'rend... don't need us 'nother homeless statistic..."
A deep laugh echoes from me as I place my hands toward the fire. "No, friend, no... I'm not looking to die..." Again, he thinks, "It's another place... something that I don't quite wanna talk about at this time. Something especially for me..."
"What, you in medical study? I figured the gov'ment was gonna be snatchin' up some of us homeless here sooner or later for some testin'..."
"You're rich," I replied to him. "But it's not medical study. I'm a performer. Hell, if anything? Keep your eyes on the United Center for posters. You'll see what I mean."
"You don't look like one of 'em hockey players..."
"My sport is more brutal. Patience, and you will see."
"Right, and who'm'I lookin' for then? If I'm talkin' to some kinda big shot celebrity over a fire under a bridge... I gotsta know me a name."
I nod, looking him over. "Not many people seem to know it how I look like this. My name is John. That's all that I'll give you..."
"Well, I might get tha picture if yer picture's there and stuff. Ed, by the way..."
"Good to meet you, sir..." I replied. It's been the first time anybody outside of Roman has heard my real name in two years. Since the time I decided to lay low to heal. "But for now, I'm going to scrounge up some food. Perhaps I'll see you later?"
"Hell, don't know where I'll be next, kid. Only reason I stayed in Chicago so long is 'cuz the cold set in. But, hey, godspeed, I'll try and keep me an eye out on that arena so's I can see what the fuck yer talkin' 'bout..."
I give him a slight nod and a grin, climbing up the retaining wall, and on my journey.