Hobos, hobos, hobos

Cambridge is fucking full of them! It's like a mini Washington D.C. They're so strange, too. There's the hobos of Central Square, which are like the dirtiest hobos. All they do is sit around on the many many benches lining the street and talk crazy-talk to each other and drink. I overheard one hobo say to another, 'You wanna hear some R. Kelly?' and the other hobo replies: 'Fuck yeah!' True story.

There are the ones lining Mass Ave on the way to Harvard square. One middle aged lady was just sitting on a curb near a shop, clean, dressed casually but not dirty at all, who waited till I passed her to say quietly, 'Spare some change?' On the same walk near the park by Harvard I saw one wearing a dusty black sports coat, with a stained sweater underneath and an Oxford shirt under that with rumpled grey slacks and scuffed formal shoes just staggering around in circles on the wide sidewalk. I gave that dude a wide berth when passing him.

In Harvard Square there are amazing amounts of hobos as well, but not quite as dirty as their Central Square kin (or enemies). One dude just stands there, well-dressed but nerdy with Cokebottle thick glasses and a sign that says 'I need work'. Another has an immense pile of clothing and stuff with a dog and cat perpetually resting on top of it, usually sleeping. All he does is read books. Come to think of it, a lot of the hobos read.

Lousy smart hobos.