I think I'd rather be the homeless guy.

Sitting outside a gas station in downtown Victoria this morning waiting for Mom to come back out I noticed a homeless man approaching the vacuums across the parking lot. He had the typical look about him, ratty trench coat, large clear bag slung over his back with assorted bits of grungy fabric in the bottom and empty cans and bottles in the top probably destined for the recycling depot down the street.

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