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The Underdog
The most disgusting thing of all the hair unkempt can be over looked the smell can be ignored but the alcoholic impairment the fumble with the fingers the look of concentration the attempts to open a plastix trash bag went beyond the norm for me not because eye am better than or some wonderful person than or down the nose than but just because it was irksome to watch a man work for fifteen minutes on a sack that a sober man could open in one second he was trying to untie the knots when any thinking person could just tear the side of bag and then be done with bag and have the goods and that the other thing that irks me is just what was in the bag it looked like sagging food not nothing worth the time of a hungry homeless bag but then the eye has standards for eye am expert scrounger. SO do not make the mistake that eye was laughing at the poor man try no aue contrails eye was feeling awful sorry for the him making inroads last and having a waking dream imagining just what it was in bag when he finally gets it untied only to find its garbage after all its trash the food is sagging in the bottom of the bag and hungry thow eye am there is still standards to be set. The food that eye get is usually more visible than that and eye have some clear idea of just what it is that eye am getting into there. Eye do not mix my peas and corn in my potatoes as is the wanton some mix fruit with meat and it always spoils the taste the fruit is better drank the potatoes left alone to get some salt to get some flavor even pepper added later the man was clearly well hung over his hazy perceptions ruling waivering muscle bound thoughts in clearly peripheral patterns perhaps the hair was bound too tightly in the manner of the druggies of the sixties nappy aint the word the word is clearly undefined unless it's twined even eye have never seen twined hair and eye have seen a lot of heads a lot of hair there some of it in popcorned rows some of it as missing transplanted on the top from toes. The unwashed clothes is next he never learned his layers and the eye is never perfect but it goes to show you just who it is that cares. Eye still care some about my public image the impression that eye make on public eye the looks eye get in the lieberry as eye type this work of fabelistical
importance is so nice they see just what it is they wish to see consider the source when a man sleeps drunk behind a dumpster on the ground he winds up looking much like a hound a dog perhaps the underdog.


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