Crazy Horse
6.5.2k6

Santa Monica is just north of our new place in Venice. Harry Shearer, the actor, comedian and satirist, has a radio show that broadcasts from KCRW Santa Monica and when signing on, Shearer says, "coming to you from Santa Monica ... HOME of the homeless." He is, of course, right. They are everwhere.
I got a problem with thomeless because they help make up the triumvirate that makes San Francisco so unpalatable to me: Cold; full of homeless; smells of pee. I got a problem with thomeless not because they're down-and-out, but because so very many of them choose to be that way and they won't accept help or kindness, but rather demand compliance with their orders of "gimme some money," "gimme a smoke" or my favorite, "why lie? I need a drink?"
So I'm walking down the street in Santa Monica and shuffling down the walk ahead of me are a couple homeless folks. These are the filthy dirty, "hippy-style" homeless, complete with sandaled, coal-black feet, flowing burlap clothing and dreadlocks. These dreads have clearly been in production since Altamont because they both needed laundry-bag-sized cargo nets to secure them.
As I said, I was walking and the two of them were shuffling, so within a few doors I came upon them. It was then, with a close-up view of the, ahem, hairnets, that I could not resist my true nature. I spoke to them.
"Wow, that's some kinda gear ya got there. You campin'? I seen sherpas less laden than you trekkers."
"What?" one of them asked.
"Yr backpacks," I said, motioning to their nets, "I ain't seen backpacks worn so high on the shoulders before. That comfortable?"
"They ain't backpacks, man, it's our hair."
"HAIR?"
"Yeah. It's our hair. It's our dreads."
"Wow. That's an awful lot of hair! Tell me, where'd you get them nets? Marine supply?"
"Fuck you, man, we made 'em."
"You did a nice job. I just worked on a pirate movie and the pirate ship had some real nice nets just like that in the rigging."
"Shut UP, man."
"Okey!" I said. And laughed.

Tonight - The Homestead.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

bye-ee!

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