A homeless man talked to me today

Man it’s a hustle out here I tell you, you got a spare cigarette? Thanks man, I ain’t no doper, I’m just trying to get work you know, like real work with my hands not any of this…bullshit man. I’ll do anything you know, I’ll fucking…shovel cow shit, whatever. With no gloves even, with my bare fucking hands, for TWO DAYS STRAIGHT. I’m looking for a catholic church around here, but these people keep jiving me, telling me it’s this way, telling me it’s that way, just say you don’t fucking know, all right? I ain’t no con-man but I’ve seen plenty of con-men, I know how they hustle. Anyway, I’m not a catholic, I’m a scientologist you know, but scientology is like Catholicism really, I been fiending…I get fucking high off the Host man, for real, it’s better than dope…better than speed, but I need my fucking science. Cops here man, they don’t…hey, you gonna throw that away? City people, look at ‘em, fucking making garbage like…you ain’t like that man, I can tell. Anyway, I gotta look out for myself, me and my old lady. Heh, she ain’t an old lady though, you’d look at her, you’d say “how’d that ugly sumbitch get a hot little girl like that?” Seriously man. And the cops…I keep her, you know, underground, where ain’t nobody can find her ‘cause the cops, I mean, they’d like to get a hold of me, but they’d LOVE to get ahold of her, you know how they are. The other night I was playing piano down at the Hilton Anatole, and these business dudes, it was some kind of convention, and you know those guys. They thought they was talking shit, gonna take this old con for a ride, but I sat down and I played for ‘em and they loved it. I could teach you that shit, dude. In like two fucking hours. Twelve notes, one key (key of C) and that shit just fits together, it’s science man. You play piano? You look like a piano player. Anyway, this security guard comes down and he’s all “I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU IN THIS HOTEL AGAIN”, and dude I’m 50 years old, I know those wannabe cops don’t got nothin’ on nobody, they can’t do shit, but I played along, and these business dudes were all “come on, let the fucker play”, that’s how good I am. I’m a fucking, PhD, doctor of psychology, chemistry (heh heh heh), science, what the fuck ever. It’s fucking hard out here on the hustle, I tell you. Say, you got another cigarette? This guy gave me two dollars, I bought a coke ‘cause I was thirsty, I got a quarter for your cigarette. Ain’t that a bitch, fucking coke was cheaper than water, they gotta find ways to keep sending that poison into your brain, man, keep your shit cloudy, like…like if you thought too hard... Naw man, I got friends, I got friends in Deep Ellum, they’d help me out if I went into rehab. I don’t need rehab though, I don’t need dope no more, no whiskey,no food, I got the Host and a catholic church and that shit keeps you going. My old lady, she ain’t no old lady but she’s my old lady, you know what I’m saying, my old lady, she can’t get work neither and she’s a pretty little thing, and I coulda made the Anatole a million dollars traveling around and playing piano for them, I coulda wiped my ass with fifty dollar bills. Yeah, I’m into music, but that’s not all, I was in the movie business too and…man, you know if they got day labor here? I been doin that shit, it’s a racket man, I just want a full days work you know, I just wanna…work with my hands, like real men used to, you know, not like these fuckers, they’re all marks and rubes if they ain’t runnin’ something on you. I offered to put my own ma in a movie once, I act, direct, whatever. I offered to put my ma in a movie and she kicked my ass out of her house. Her own goddamn son, can you imagine that? I don’t…man I’m glad I ain’t never had no kids, could you imagine seeing your old man like this, fucking looking for work, ain’t got shit but a sweet old lady he’s hiding? Maybe you ought not to imagine it, I don’t know, shit sticks in your brain and you can’t get it out, like poison. Like dope. Maybe I should get into rehab man, but fuck, they don’t want you smoking cigarettes or nothing, not that I need it you know…what city is this again? Are we in Dallas proper or…you can’t even sleep in the bus stop here, I was sleeping the other night and these kids, they thought I was hurt and they called the cops. I don’t blame ‘em or nothing, you don’t know, but these cops started busting my balls, asking me all this shit, I just wanted to get to a catholic church so they told me where one was, but if they knew…if they knew where I was and what I was doing…hell