Dear CRAZY hobo on the corner of 17th and Eye,

You make me laugh every single morning on my way to work. Your signs are so original / weird that I find myself looking forward to crossing paths with you each day. It started out with "need money for sandwich and Coca-Cola" - your insistence on brand name cola products when you can't even afford a cardboard box was mildly amusing to me. But that was just the beginning. Yesterday you wanted "a sandwich or a bottle of 5000mg vitamin C" and today when I walked by your stoop you were holding up a sign that read "i need a sandwich or sterile gauze and surgical tape". I think I'm gonna start carrying around a rubber tire in my purse - y'know, just in case.

Man, You Must REALLY Like Sandwiches,
CF

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