today i was walking to the post office to mail my rent check and i saw up ahead on the sidewalk this kind of old grizzled guy holding a coffee cup talking really loud and gesticulating wildly with his hands to this majestically bearded hobo who was just sitting there listening patiently. if there's anything i've learned it's that homeless people and hobos are absolute geniuses, albeit in their own way. that's why they're homeless, because their brains are so filled with magic that there's no room for handling dull everyday administrative tasks that most people need to be able to do to survive. so i purposefully delayed crossing the street just to eavesdrop and i was not disappointed.
grizzled old guy: HE WAS USING HIS MIND TO BEND THE LIGHT AROUND HIM AND CLOAK HIMSELF TO MAKE HIMSELF INVISIBLE! ONLY OTHER PERSON THAT'S EVER BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT WAS JESUS!
hobo: ::nodding approvingly::
syracuse has all the craziness of nyc but fewer places to hide it. oh yeah and there's not as much to do.
also i took this picture today... there's five woodchucks that live under the house behind mine. i love them more than i thought it was capable for a human to experience love