Dang Ole Hobos

So I was riding my Nimbus around the neighborhood last Friday. I am back up to level 1 again cause I can get on the thing now. Actually I can do all the level 2 tricks except getting on left footed so I should work on that. Anyhow, I was coming home when I rounded the corner on the home stretch and saw a rickety old lady creeping around the front yard. She had long unkempt gray hair and was just ambling around with no apparent purpose.

I hopped off to watch what she was up to when she made a turn and got a look at her face and saw she had a gnarly old beard. I now knew I was dealing with a hobo. I quickly scanned the area and didn't see no banjos so I could only assume it was the stabbin kind. Sick. This dude doesn't need this.

Whatever he was up to he wasn't leaving the yard as I would have liked but just kinda marionette walking around in front of the porch. Finally he starts of the steps and makes like he is gonna go inside. I hadn't locked the door and didn't want a smeller loose in the house so I yelled at him. He froze and backed down the steps and then collapsed in the yard. Great. Free dead hobo.

I just looked at him for a while and I guess he got bored of the ground cause he stood up. When he stood up it was way more agile and lithe than when he went down and it creeped me out cause drunk old hobos have no business being that spry. I wondered if maybe I was dealing with a zombie. You know, one of those zombies that looks half dead but then is really fast and hard to escape when it is chasing after your brains. Terrible.

So He makes to go inside again and I yell again and walk up on him and ask if he is alright. He says nothing but stands with his back to me. I ask again. He kinda grumbles out "can I have a glass of water?". It was at this point I realized that I didn't need a glass of water at all. What I needed was a cooler of beers and a hi five brigade cause what I was dealing with was a wigged out Mark.

I was expecting more awesome dudes to show up but they didn't which was fine cause I know what to do with one. We went and did drunk go-cart racing then ms pacman football beers till Sunday when he had to leave. Best weekend ever.