Are we adorable. Yes, and we do try.
Today could only be described as vomit-inducingly cute. Mother Gaia took us on a "family trip" to the far off nether-regions of the lovely St. Augustine.
Now this adventure would not have been complete without furry kittens, high school property and a see-saw for mini's.
Driving back up the scenic route of A1A, we were given sufficient time to look at the "bigger picture." This is our last night of homelessness, our last night of ghetto Cocoa Roos, our last night of begging for food, showers, beds and entertainment. This is to be the last night being part of the homeless wanderers that line the streets of Jacksonville.
With this thought, we would like to take the time to acknowledge that we in no way compare our situation to that of the 'true' hobo. We represent a different species; we are the "temp" hobo.
With cash at hand and clothes on our backs, we in no way compare to those who have lost so much.
But in our five day experiment, we have come to realize how hard it must be when this is your life.
Although we highly recommend the Gaia Inn, we also recommend that you take part in our adventure. If only for a couple days.
Who knows?
You might even get a glimpse of a meandering nutsack ;-)
Au Revoir.
Post Script. Nadine would like me to inform you that we do return for your reading pleasure after we get our fill of Christmas things.
No comments:
Post a Comment