Living Rough - Part 2

But then over time, they scale it back to a large double/double, cause they don't need the sugar rush to get through the afternoon until they go to their meeting, just the caffeine'll do, thanks very much, ma'am They take their coffee and leave, stinking of tobacco and old sweat and their dirty clothes, they leave because they know that they're not really welcome in there with the others, you know, the clean folks So, back to our hero, Simon. Guess he was hanging with some these AA or NA folks while he was homeless; folks who couldn't take care of themselves before and now they're helping him, a strange world indeed Imagine, living with someone your whole life.... then poof, you're on the street drinking someone else's "double-double" that they've bought with money from panhandling; now maybe that's living rough, my friend Living rough though, that's different than living with the rough folks; you know, the ones who maybe twitch and stare off into space, the ones that remind you of a bruised apple, it's still an apple, but not a good one You know, the no good, damned derelicts you have to step around on the sidewalk, that block traffic and beg for money, that take up the space in the warm Tim's that the clean and honest folks are entitled to You know, the honest folks that get their lattes and grumble as they walk right on by the rough folks and abandoned ones, you know, the ones that are left to the charity of the rough folks. Now, maybe that's living rough