The friend was sitting on a park bench in the park, as was custom now. Who should come along, HOBO-A. Though, HOBO-A was HOBO-A and not HOBO-A, in full context of the moment. The friend upon full recognition called HOBO-A over to the bench.
The friend asked HOBO-A what was he doing ? You see, HOBO-A, was all covered with chicken feathers, in designs. Face, hair, cloths, and shoes, all with, expressions of chicken feathers. Not to mention that HOBO-A and his devil, alcohol, had a good long meeting.
HOBO-A was in an excited mood. He said, he had taken some speed pills, with the alcohol. He had watched LITTLE COOL CHICKEN MAN on the TV. With all the women and glitters, he wanted to be like him. So he got some glue, opened a pillow case and designed himself like LITTLE COOL CHICKEN MAN did. Now he was here in the park, walking through, to go make the scene.
The friend felt sorry for HOBO-A for a brief moment inside. Then he told HOBO-A, that watching that BIG MOM TV. was hurting him. He was in emulation and worship, of an idol. That his devil and those speed pills only enhanced the longing of that idol worship. Those graven images on that BIG MOM TV. are a sin in the eye's of GOD.
Plus, HOBO-A you are being an image and not your true self. That booze and speed pills, only alter your real person inside. It retards your natural growth, like a plant toward sunlight, it is bending you toward an image and person that is not you really inside.
HOBO-A looked at the friend and just walked away. HOBO-A told the friend, that he had to make the scene. The friend could only look, knowing that the alcohol and speed pills, had HOBO-A in full control for the time. HOBO-A walked off in a dance like strut, as if emulating a, LITTLE COOL CHICKEN MAN.
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