Hey, it your friendly neighborhood hobo here. My name is Larry Smith. I am a hobo living in Chicago Illinois. I was kicked out of the house by my parent in California when I was 24. Wondering how I got to Chicago? To answer that I hitchhiked on a train going here.
It has been 18 year since I’ve been a hobo so I’m currently 42. Life has been hard, but I managed to find a job at a graveyard and a junkyard, I’m good on food and water for Now.
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“Hey! Larry what’s up! Got anything from the junkyard!” (Mr Walter)
“Hey Mr Walter. I thanks again for letting me look through the place, and I did find a cooking set.” (Larry)
“No problem! You saved my granddaughter from committing suicide so it is only fair.” (Mr Walter)
Mr Walter’s granddaughter tried to commit suicide last year. I saw her trying to fall off a bridge and ran to stop her. She tried to make me let go of her, but I said no and told her why she shouldn’t let go of her life just like that. I took her back to my house at the bottom of the bridge and asked her where she lived, she said she ran away from home 2 days ago and that her family wouldn’t care, but I took her back they were very grateful. Now she is studying of in a high classed high school with
her friends…..good times.
I head to the store after I finished my work at the junkyard yard, if I’m not mistaken they are having a sale on ramen….delicious!!
I entered the store and went to where the ramen noodle were.
“What should I get today...ah let take chicken noodles and beef this time.” (Larry)
I went to the checkout line, bought my noodle and headed home.
“Only got 20 bucks left….should save up on some more.” (Larry)
Only got little more money left..this means more hunting for food at night.
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“Ahh home sweet~” (Larry)
My home is at the bottom of a bridge. The wall is the bridges suspension and the roof is the bridge itself.
I put down the bag with the ramen on the floor and went to lit the fire. Since I got my new cooking set from the junkyard I don’t need to use a restaurants ramen making machine.
I put the pot on the fire and put water in it, I waited a while until the water was hot and added the ramen. 3min later it was ready, I took my fork and started to eat while reading the newspapers.
The news for today talked about the newest TV, cars, and others crap I won’t be getting anytime soon.
I finished eating my ramen...time for bed! Ah I jump onto the pillow on the floor and covered myself with the cover I found 2 weeks ago and slept.
Just when I was about to sleep I heard a cracking sound...I most just be the people who walk here at night.
What Larry didn’t realize the cracking sound he heard was the bridges pillar breaking.
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It was morning! Ahh that was a good sleep time to go to work. My work considered of junkyard in the morning, graveyard in the afternoon, and back to junkyard fun right.
At the junkyard today I had to take the new trash to the correct pile or just separate metal from plastic.
“Hey Larry, just finished with this pile you can take over the one over there.” (Duch)
“Sure thing Duch” (Larry)
Duch is my co-worker his shift starts earlier than mine though.
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“Mr Walter I’m done with my shift for today see you tonight.” (Larry)
“Yeah.” (Mr Walter)
Finished my shift at the junkyard, so I headed to the graveyard. My job there consisted of burying the dead. The graveyard I work at is by a church so when I finish my job I pray for all the people I buried, cause why not they were people too. I also pray that god could make my life better even if it’s just a little.
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I just finished my work at the junkyard and headed home.
“Have to conserve food so no eating today. Well bedtime.
“Crack!!”
“Hmm there it is again, those people need to stop doing that.” (Larry) ([Author: dude that’s the bridge breaking!! Move!!])
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As Larry slept soundly the bridge finally collapsed. Mr Walter was walking to Larry house when the bridge collapsed, panicked he called the police to find Larry. The police that were there rescued all the people that were trapped in the debri of the bridge, but Larry was found dead under the bridge. Mr Walter and his family wanted to bury his body together when his granddaughter came so they asked to keep it in the hospital, but Larry’s body was nowhere to be found a week later.
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