CharlieGodammit kinda sorta loves homeless dudes. At least once a week I realize that I ain't finished drinking but I am entirely too drunk to drive - tonight was a good example.
So I leash him up, walk him to the 7-11 about 5 blocks away and pass by the bus stop where there's at least one motherfucker hanging out.
"Feel like earning a buck or two?" I ask.
"Watch my dog while I score some beer. His name is Ol' Yeller."
I go in, grab a 3 pack of Tall Boys, come out and collect my dog, slip the motherfucker a couple of bucks and explain that he growls at everybody and not trip, sorry he snapped at him, then wait for him to try and rip off my place while calling my dog "Ol' Yeller."