Of facebooks and dumpsters....

Today I overheard a fellow student talk about something....foreign. At least it sounded that way to me. Something about "The Internet" and "Facebook".....hmmmm... I wonder what those are. Well though I have NO GUESS AT ALL as to what the "internet" is, I will attempt to discover what this "Facebook" truly is. 

     Perhaps its is a book of a face. Perhaps the most evil of all faces dwells within that book. Or perhaps that book is FULL of faces, faces staring at you, watching you, looking at you.....I know this sounds like something extremely creepy, but people seem drawn to creepy is this world (If you don't believe me, read twilight) 

    OR perhaps it is the "proper" name for the eyeshade that Hugo the Horrible sleeps with at night. Every night, he lays down on his newspaper mattress and pulls his newspaper coverlet over his filthy hobo clothes. Then he reaches for the old, worn manuscript of Thumpity-Thump Gets dressed. He then places the volume over his hobo eyes and floats off into the happy hobo land of dreams. THIS, dear readers, is a MUCH MORE acurate description of this "Facebook", and I am determined to stick with it. 

    And so, in order to keep up with the times, I shall be acquiring a "facebook" of my own, shortly. I should like that the book be large, but not too large. And old, but not musty. It should have thin pages to conform to the in-congruent features of my face and it should be a comfortable color, particularly the color of hobo soup.....

     I should like that this "facebook" be named Frank. And that frequently we would go on long walks through the litter-strewn streets of Bremerton. Frank will be my ever-present companion when I go dumpster-diving for dinner, and when an unusually kind person drops a coin into my coffee cup, I should like Frank to be there as well.  When I shall "pass away" as all good hobos do, I should like for Frank to be present when my cardboard box is thrown into the garbage truck by the sanitation workers. I expect Hugo and Joe to take care of Frank when I am gone, cleaning him now and then, or buying him a new bookmark to decorate his pages. I think that Frank shall be terrible sad and mournful when I am gone and I expect that he should enter a severe depression at the time of my death and not recover until some ten or thirteen years later. Upon his recovering, he shall be free to become another fashion-forward hobo's "facebook" and serve him well until Frank's pages be ripped and torn and his binding be loose and threadbare. At this times, i should expect Hugo and Joe to take Frank to the dumpster that we shared so many meals in and leave him there to rest.....He should be happy there....

    Yes, I believe that I LIKE this idea of a "facebook", I commend Hugo for being the first to purchase of of these stylish eye-coverings, and I am sure that Joe and I shall be soon joining him in the land of the trendy.....
     Bebo the Hobo