You know, I don't know that I've ever really met any bums.

There was once this guy with two different shoes that used to walk around the wooded area near these train tracks that used to creep me out. But I never talked to him or anything.

I prefer drunks.

I get yelled at by Janice our resident loony all the time. One time my friend was parked next to the downtown fountain and we were just chillin' and she starts to try and open my friend's vehicle. My friend told her to get away and she started telling my other friend Taylor he was in the Beatles and he was her son. She fried her brains on drugs.

she probably thought I was a drug dealer that burned her, since she never said what i did. i kinda look like one right now with my messy mop.

Or, needing a fix, it could have been simply a con she angrily decided to try and pull, but then she backed out as reality and the prospect of cops being called by the store owners dawned on her.

When I first read your post, CHOUT, I had a deju vu of something similar happening to me once, but I can't remember details.

yep. just like mark david chapmin and john lennon

if that waas in response to me.. this dude wasn't a bum. like i said,, retard teenage delinquent.

you should have been like "i hate you bitch, you stole my childhood"