Another homeless sighting:
Willy, A.K.A. High As A Butterfly
So I was on my way to a thrift store, skating along, when i came to a bad section of the side walk. I couldnt skate on it so i go off my board and started walking with it. It wasnt long before i heard some hootin and hollerin' from my right. Now i tried not to look, because i knew that this uncomfortable noise was directed towards me. So i kept walking....not looking...trying not to look..."Yomon!"..."Yomon!" darnet i looked. This scraggly homeless negro was staggering towards me trying to get my attention. Well, he wasnt so scragly, in fact you could say he was kind of spiffed up for a homeless guy. His attire consisted of (in order that they got my attention): 1)BRIGHTLY colored tie-dye t-shirt. 2)Black beanie with rainbow stripes on the brow. 3) Black belt, with metal holes in it (lookes like the kind girls wear).
4)dirt coverd jeans, with holes and the like. 5)black sweat pants underneath. 6)grey sweat shirt underneath his tie-dye shirt. 7)Sunglasses, the cheap jogging kind. Like a purple reflective lense, where i couldnt see his eyes. Thats what i can remember....also let me mention he had dreads too. His speach pattern was off, like most homeless people he spoke very relaxed, combineing words and not prouncing them fully.
"Yomon whatis dat?(pointing at my skateboard)" "Aoh yagot dreadsdoo" translation: "good day sir, what is that thing you are carrying? and oh, you have dreads too."
I said "yeah i have dreads, this is my skate board".
"Ohiss a..skatbood, mandis alonskatbood." translation: "Oh, i see, a skate board. Man, this is a long skateboard"
"yeah it is"
"Ah andur dreaz, yagot dreads" he said with excitement. translation: "and your dreads, you have dreads"
at this point he stuck out his arms, as if to give me a hug. I really didnt know what he wanted me to do, so i got close and attemped a hug of some sort. Now i feel like i belong to some club or gang, people walking by think we are long lost friends or something. Im starting to itch too?!
"Telmemon, whyyawant dreds, imaight wit whiteman havin dredzandall, noprobem, but whiedya getdredz" translation:"Tell me sir, why did you want dreads? I mean, i am alright with a white man havinig dreads, not a problem, buy why did you get them?"
"I just wanted to, I like them"
"Rhitlysomon, dreadsargood. heymon whaisurname?" translation:"Rightly so sir, your dreads look good. Pardon me, perhaps could you tell me what your name is?
"My name is Mike"
"Aho Mik, minamis Willy, butpeople ca-me ..hiasa buterfly", sticking out his hand and doing some handshake with me. translation:"Please to meet you Mike. My name is Willy, but people call me High As A Butterfly"
"ok(chuckling a bit)"
"aightmon, jabodich mino bla bla bla" translation: "alright sir, (jibberish)" i didnt know what he was really saying at this point, your guess is as good as mine.
"yeah, well, i got to head home now"
"okmon, kepdadreads..okmon" translation:"ok, have a nice day and keep the dreads"
And at that my encounter was at its end. We walked in our seperate directions, leaving me speachless and thoughtless and just wanting to take a shower.