The friend was at home reading GOD'S word in the
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Bible.Thoughts of HOBO-A entered for brief interludes.
Contemplation of, GOD, along with idols, were in mental play.
An epoch of time transpired with visual observations of
HOBO-A, over an elapsed time. HOBO-A had a metamorphosis
of character, a shocking alteration to his life and image.
RED LIGHT ALLEY, it appears made an imprint on HOBO-A.
Interluded observations presented HOBO-A, with the GOLD
TOGA ROBE on, Roman sandals, an added a wreathe with an
elongated protruding feather. The, LITTLE COOL CHICKEN MAN,
feathers shadowed both eyes with a definition, that
presented a dynamic appearance. Added on each finger,
a ring of varied proportions.
HOBO-A the friend assumed, was overtaken now by a drug and
alcohol induced captivation. People stared at HOBO-A,
others wondered, and some just ignored. Though noted, while
sitting on the park bench one time, a crowd came into
bearing. SQUEALS - HOWL'S - LAUGHTER and rapture came from
the KIDS as HOBO-A made FUNNY FACES. Then before his exit,
HOBO-A took from under the GOLD TOGA ROBE, packets of
assumed treats or candy. HOBO-A, had matured a growing
problem, as the friend deducted the various observations
HOBO-A was an induced image now, from some trying world.
Totally elevated away, from average reasonable normalcy.
PACKETS OF WHAT ???? Troubled the friend profoundly and
deeply. HOBO-A was caught in quicksand and sinking.
Deep waters of perdition, were taking HOBO-A under tow.
Prayer to, GOD, for HOBO-A was in need.
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