Of Being Homeless in Gainesville

There's a lovely tree tucked in a corner of the plaza with really good shade. Walking by it on my way towards Turlington I like to notice the homeless people that beat the afternoon onslaught of sunshine by sitting contemplatively in the leave's shadows. Today's vagabond was a scruffy eggshell with Japanese tattoos depicting some linguistic characters getting eaten by a PBS kids version of Mecha Godzilla.

"You wanna hear a funny joke?" He said noticing my stare.
"Sure" Said I, not in much of a rush.
"Knock Knock" He said.
"Who's there?" Said I
"Who" He Said.
"What?" Said I.

Then he laughed like an old tyme sailor.