Small rock a billy guitar, big anti-bully vocals, done badly. I'm trying to sound a bit like Bob Dylan. Tired of being referred to as a hot cockroach by certain psychopathic gentlemen. Simply not true and hasn't been since at least 2003, early 2003.
A thumpa thumpa, but my consciousness is being bullied and challenged, so I'm allowing myself one more before something different. Story: Two hobos are now being seriously moved on by a man claiming to be police, with a gang. This after they recover from the hospital, while recovering. The problem is that many in the town like them (the hobos), and are kind to them (let alone want them hurt) and don't know about the bullies (or think they are golden, really don't know them when no one looking), or have some doubts (about the hobos) if they do.
I'm describing a type of man here, the type that is impressed by guns (that's my problem, I think he's got one) that kill but leave no bullet. Wants a war, and to be a hero, yet a coward.
Thank you for the listen. For my full audio story about the bullies and the hobos (so far.....) see