Standard high street bully the hobo blues. My hobo is fighting a huge mouth off bully coward pretend James Bond and his goodie two shoe offsides who use tone, fame and persistence to lie. Not to his face of course, in fact, none of them ever got around to introducing themselves. Hobo runs blues as interference whenever he can. The bullies claim they bother. Perhaps they do. ( "Another song big boy woman man?" ) Around here that's called unAustralian, even in 1927. Not sure what that is in the USA. Sniper? Dump trucker?

Hatred refuses to leave it alone, not love. My hobo does what he can. No one else is standing up to them and he can't actually see or talk to them (always just out of sight talking their evil heads off). In the story they didn't stop talking about the same man for five and fifteen years.

Hot meals for bastard lying strangers. Nothing like having John Cleese, Paul Hogan and the Queen all rolled into one, with Stephen Hawking's friend and Big Bill for backup, and a badge so you can call the hobo a crimminal and spy on whenever..