tweeker dude

There is this tweeker homeless dude in the hood.  He has been around since we moved here.  Never have seen him in our neighborhood though. I SAW HIM IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD!  I refer to him as mother fucker, pretty sure he calls me that too.  He has a big black beard.  I see him in front of 7-11 and he will talk to me.  I tell him "Don't talk to me mother fucker! Why the fuck are you talking to me, mother fucker?"   Kyle and I saw him on 82nd this morning.  I said "Dude, there's that fucking tweeker."  He didn't even look up, "The one you have the special relationship with?"  I just laughed.  I have embarrassed my kids on more than one occasion calling that dude a mother fucker.  You know, the mortified mom, said under their breath.

But anyways, he is in my hood.  Getting into a van, with a man in a tan sweater vest wearing a skally hat.  It was weird.  I was wondering if the old guy liked getting blow jobs from homeless hairy dudes.  'Mother Fucker' just walked up, got in the van.  It seemed like a regular thing.  They were happy to see each other.  This guy is tweeked out his skull.  He totally just wanders the streets.  He must be at the top of the tweeker food chain.  To have survived for 12 years that I know of. The dude will be standing on the side of the road with his hand's down his pant, underwear black with dirt hanging out of his pants.  I like that my son refers to our relationship as special.

I did notice that Cap'n is gone.  He was an old dude, obviously had done some time hard time in the military.  Stood outside the 7-11 asking for change and such.  Looked like a wore out tweeken/alcoholic Popeye.  Never gave him anyone money.   He was all ways there bobbn' from side to side, saluting as you walked by, leaning against his can.  He may have been drunker than cooter brown, tweeked out his skull, but he always smiled with that one tooth stickn' out his mouth.  I miss Cap'n.

See...I don't hate all homeless tweekers.