I’d stalk down nice sub divisions… and hide in a tree..
till a family comes back from grocery shopping.then as they unload the groceries, wait till they go inside with some bags…
run down grab some bags, and run away…thats just what I would do.
i was telling allen if i was a hobo i would hide in the shed outside on our patio… cuz theyre really big.. and you wouldn’t get wet if it rained.
then i remembered one time when we were all in school and cody was 3. my mom layed cody down to sleep and started mowing the lawn. she saw something moving in the pole barn… but she just thought it was an animal…..bout 10 minuntes later she just sees a hobo with a big trash bag standing in front of the barn… so she ran inside and grabbed jerrys shot gun and pointed it at him off the deck and started screaming:
GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!!!!
……so he booked it.
