When you live in a small town you can’t help but know nearly everyone in your town personally, or at least know of them- and possibly their life story.
My town has exactly two questionable people that most would call “hobos”. Everyone knows of these two people (one a man, the other a woman). But no one really knows their true story. How did they end up homeless in a town too shallow to drown?
The first I will speak of is the man. His name is Brad. This is a known fact by nearly everyone because he actually did attend Shelton High School in his day. He now walks around town with his head tilted to the side while trying with his hands to pull is head forward. Most of his stories have something to do with him being an amazing athlete in high school then he was hurt and went crazy, or did drugs and went crazy. Basically his story tangents off of him being athletic back in the day.
What is funny about Brad is you can’t seem to get away from him. Yes- it’s true he resides in my town, yet when I go to nearby towns or cities, I often see Brad walking around. More power to him! I mean he has to have gotten there some way right?
Next we have “the prostitute” as most call her. No one knows her name, although some people have attempted to tell me her name is Polly. So that’s what we’ll call her for the sake of story telling. Polly is my favorite out of our infamous homeless folks. She is mellow, always sitting outside of my work place actually. She doesn’t bother anyone, and no one bothers her. She is probably a lot younger than she looks now with her scraggily hair. She sometimes carries different bags and changes her clothes which makes me think she actually does care what others think of her. She often leaves her things strung about outside of my work place. Such as blankets and coats- yet she always comes back for them. She knows no one would dare take her stuff.
I find Polly mesmerizing- maybe it’s because no one actually knows solid facts about her. About two days ago we had a pie sale at work to raise money for our Relay for Life team, and someone at my work bought Polly a piece of pie and took it to her. I watched her as she joyfully licked her plate clean. Then as a good citizen threw her trash away.
I can’t imagine how one gets to the state of homelessness. How does it happen? Rough life? No support?
Whatever the reasonings it’s always fun to wonder.