The friend was out strolling one early morning. Going by the park, he noticed a figure sitting on a bench. It looked like HOBO-A and to make sure, the friend strolled nearer for a good glance. Yes, it was HOBO-A, but, upon further recognition, it seemed like someone else.
HOBO-A was dressed in a costume, with clown make-up on his face. Next to him was the brown bag, with the demise of his life inside. In his hand was a SUPER HERO BUBBLE GUN MAKER. He seemed to be shooting bubbles at early morning flies, Nat's, mosquitoes and even early morning strollers as myself. Finding myself in an onslaught of bubbles.
HOBO-A it's just me your friend. What has gotten into you, sitting on this park bench with a SUPER HERO BUBBLE GUN MAKER ? Not to mention the clown make-up and costume, which just don't seem you. Though, I notice you have your bottle and the world is just one laugh right now.
HOBO-A, looked at the friend and laughed. Then tried to take on a more sober note. Well, we went to this party last night and well, the girl, well just left me here, to sober up. Things, I guess went down hill again and got ragged.
You know HOBO-A, the last time I saw you, you were into the Bible. Now here again, with that devils brew making yourself into a fool again. Let me take you over to this mission around the corner. Get a hot meal, shower, clean up and try and get back into the Bible. You know your only a heartbeat away from it. So, REPENT, while there is still time. The Lord loves the one sheep that is found, out of the other ninety nine that were not lost. Mercy and forgiveness is of the Lord for repentant sinners.
Here take my shoulder and will walk to the mission.
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