what can i say? i fucking like bums.
on sunday morning, i went to chinatown to post up a sheet of paper for people to draw on (clarification pic coming soon). after stopping in at snowboard connection that morning and talking to kenji, kenji suggested i post one of the sheets in king st. station to see what the bums contribute to it. what a fucking good idea, i thought! and i did. i parked my car and went to cross the street. this guy stood next to me, kinda well-dressed (not like suit, but like, clean) taller black dude… light-skinned. he said, “papa-san told me that if i didn’t take care of you, he’d kick my ass.” i said, “that wouldn’t be good.” so the light changed and i was going to cross the street and there was this drunkard lady approaching and she had beef with him. they exchanged some words. he told me to keep on walking. lol. then i got to the pole, and i started putting my shit up, and he was still exchanging words with the drunkard lady, and when that finished, he’s like, “go ahead, post your shit, i got your back,” and i posted it. when i finished, i thanked him (even though his bodyguarding probably wasn’t necessary, it was nice) and he said anytime i was down there he’d watch out for me. haha. how cute.
that evening, rachel and i tried going to a seattle international film festival screening. fucking sold out. mothabitch. i really wanted to see that movie. after locking my key in my car (alex had to rescue me), we had to kill time by getting some food. went to dick’s initially. outside a guy asked if we had any change. i said, “no, but want food?” and he said yea, and i motioned for him to come inside. i didn’t think he was coming cause he took so long but soon i saw him right next to me. damn, he was tall. dick’s was way too fucking hot, though, and the line was damn long, so we went down the street to kidd valley. he followed. his name was ratt, i think.
i bought him a cheeseburger, yam fries, and a strawberry milkshake at kidd valley, kind of fulfilling my dream of eating a meal with a homeless person. i don’t know why that’s appealing. i suppose i just want to hear their stories. unfortunately, he mumbled a lot and it was kinda hard to understand him. he wasn’t completely sane but he wasn’t even near psycho either. he could hold a conversation but just barely. i asked him how long he’d been on the streets and he said his whole life. he muttered some stuff about how people don’t usually pay attention to bums except for on thanksgiving and christmas. some other talk about how he wanted to leave seattle because it’s not bum-friendly, so i asked him where was better. he didn’t much have an answer that was better… think he said he hadn’t thought that far ahead.
he got a LOT LOT LOT of food stuck in his beard. it grossed rachel out big time. haha!! can’t say i blame her, i mean, it was kinda gross. i don’t really mind that kinda thing, though. but yeah.
later some guy who WAS bat shit crazy and definitely a vietnam war vet came in and was babbling about this and that. ratt said that this guy was also on the street his whole life. i gave him my yam fries because they were much too much for me to handle.
man. i like bums.