Dearest our readers, Lenerd and the Dancing Dwarf,
It’s been one of
those weeks. Bebo is off gallivanting around Australia, filming, interacting
with non-hobo people, and accumulating money while hoboing. He’s basically a
success.
Hugo’s being
philosophical in the Americas. He adores the sun. He was also introduced to the
technological version of facebooking. It’s become an obsession. He’s basically
a rebel.
Then there’s me,
Joe. I stayed on Christmas Island, though I no longer live in my cardboard box.
The college wouldn’t allow it. I’m too far to see home, my dear cat, or any of
my old anyones or things. So close, yet so far… And I’m currently sick during
homecoming weekend. What’s homecoming anyway? People aren’t explaining things
well to this poor hobo. But I’m sick, in bed, dead to the world, and watching
cheesy Hallmark movies (my roommate's TV, of course). I really need to find the
TV’s guide… I should also mention that I have a job. And I’m PAID. Yeah, it
happened. Basically, I’ve become a part of this world.
I don’t know how
I feel about this.
Oh, look, I
missed the, “Oh, look, something happened to cause distressing conflict!” part
of the movie while writing this. Put it together in five seconds. This movie’s
child’s play even for my sick, half-asleep mind…
So, I’m not
entirely sure, but I think we’re all not only in different countries, but
different continents… Where is Christmas Island anyway? I should’ve paid more
attention in geography class, but it’s too late now.
Things have
changed. This makes Hugo ecstatic. Yes, you’ll never see your carpooling hobos
again, let’s rejoice! He’s weird. He dyed his five-star beard bright red.
Oh, and I’ve
developed a new health issue, and two sensitivities are now extreme, all three
probably being permanent problems. My doctor should have fun with me when I’m
home. I’m her special project.
I wish essays
were this easy to write. Nfa;gjgkdgj bfkfdajk .mdfn. Sorry. Coughing.
Lots of cheese
and caramel popcorn crunchies,
Joe the Hobo
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