While walking home from the Union Sq area I passed one of the regular (Santa Claus looking) hobos in my neighborhood lounging on the sidewalk. He asked me for a dime. Per usual I sped past pretending not to hear him, assuming he will use whatever money I give him to buy booze. Now as I sit in the coffee shop across the street (stupid Time Warner internet- I hate you) this particular Santa hobo is here.

Oh crap he’s coming over!! Phew- close call.  He just grabbed a book from the bookshelf. Night by Eli Weisel? I thought he was going to see me writing about him.

Anyway, as I was saying, the Santa hobo is here and someone must have given him his dime (or several) – which it appears, he used to purchase an espresso. I’m a jerk. If I was a hobo (and I knew a massive storm was approaching - it’s a torrential downpour now) I’d definitely save for a latte and read in the coffee shop on a rainy evening too.