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has been living under the bridge for quite some time.
@ least since i've been back. six years now?
used to reside in Wilmington. had a shelter set up.
-- F.O.B. Wilmas, we used to call it.
but he's here now.
-- under the bridge with his Big Gulp.
"Blackie."
that's what i call him.
he's white, but i call him "Blackie."
-- go figure.
long stringy dreadlocks "Blackie," has.
and he's tall.
and he's filthy.
and he never smiles, not even a smirk.
he's a misanthrope.
hates people, i think.
or maybe society, i dunno.
can't help but think he's a Veteran.
course, pure speculation on my part.
but he sits under the bridge near the Dog Pound and scowls.
as if he's passing judgement on every car that cruises on by.
"Blackie."
that's what i call him.
and he lives under the bridge.
and he's been there for quite some time...
