14 June 2012
This morning the weather was perfect. The sun was shining, the temperature was not too cool, not too hot, humidity was moderate. I was welcomed by Metro. Silver gave me a wave from across the street. Joy was smiling and waving. Soon, Hippo and Andre stopped by to chat.
“Where did you sleep, Hippo?” I asked.
“Behind the dumpsters in back of Starbucks.”
Andre said, “I woke up and one of the waitresses came out and asked me if I wanted a coffee. ‘Sure,’ I said.”
Hippo said, “Andre and I both made our price (for a bottle of sherry) today.”
Source: Hobophobia | Streetsister