There’s this homeless dude by my house who was once emaciated and drug addicted who parked himself outside some kind boutique where rich ladies by imported chocolates or creams or some shit that I am not sure of because I am not allowed in. Either way, in the last 6 months his been here he’s gained about 50 pounds. He’d be outside that store day and night, rain or shine and I am guess the rich old ladies felt sorry for him and hooked him up with food and money. I walked by his spot today and there was an new kid working the corner. At first I thought it was a bum fight and this younger, leaner, hungrier bum beat out the older, washed up, lazy bum, but realized that the original fat dude who’s business was bustling, just outsourced the corner on weekends so he could go on vacation. He’s made a business out of begging for change like Paris Hilton’s made a business out of showing her aids panties and her junk…