This bum
Well this isn't him, but it might as well be. TK and I were walking back from Union Station at 3:30 AM yesterday since the Metro shuts down at 3. He was 2 too many Grand Marniers deep to make a coherent decision about getting a taxi. So we get the great idea that we should try ringing the bell in front of the station to wish the 8 sleeping bums a happy Father's Day. It was locked, so we couldn't really ring it, and TK was getting real upset about that, so he grabbed a random dust pan and broom to start banging on the bell. Suddenly, Alpha Bum bolts off his bed and starts yelling at my mans and them because we were on "his property." Apparently the 8 bums were all armed with shanks and screwdrivers and "we should get out of there as soon as possible." The Kid starts rambling on about how he's gone up there every night for the last three years and gave them food and money, and they should show more respect. I pulled him away before we became a statistic. We then proceeded to call my old man and wish him a Happy Father's Day (he's overseas so it's not like we woke him up). Then we walked home and hit the hay.
Bottom line is: bums can't sleep on public property and call it their property. I pay 40% in taxes for that guy to sleep in a shelter and get 3 squares a day. Show some gratitude. You're a douche bag.
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