one time i was walking down the street and i saw a friend of mine and i started walking towards him and he kind of recoiled and then he said, ‘oh, i didn’t know it was you, i thought you were a crazy homeless person.’
do i really look like a crazy homeless person?
if so, that’s ok i guess.
maybe it’s the fact that i don’t shave too often and i talk to myself and i wear old clothes and the pentagon are controlling my thoughts.
i acquired my unique sartorial style when i lived in a crack neighborhood in the late 80’s(i went to sleep to the sound of gunfire and woke up to that fucking rooster who lived in the backyard of the family across the street.
i love animals but i hated that stupid rooster).
by living in the crack neighborhood(the rent was cheap and the electricity was free) i learned that if you dress like a crazy homeless person that people are less likely to bother you.
moby
