The friend was at home reading GODS word in the Bible. Thoughts of HOBO-A entered for brief interludes. Contemplation of, GOD, along with idols, were in mental play. An epoch of time transpired with visual observations of HOBO-A, over an elapsed time. HOBO-A had a metamorphosis of character, a shocking alteration to his life and image.
RED LIGHT ALLEY, it appears made an imprint on HOBO-A. Interluded observations presented HOBO-A, with the GOLD TOGA ROBE on, Roman sandals, an added a wreathe with an elongated protruding feather. The, LITTLE COOL CHICKEN MAN, feathers shadowed both eyes with a definition, that presented a dynamic appearance. Added on each finger, a ring of varied multi proportions.
HOBO-A the friend assumed, was overtaken now by a drug and alcohol induced captivation. People stared at HOBO-A, others wondered, and some just ignored. Though noted, while sitting on the park bench one time, a crowd came into bearing. SQUEALS - HOWL'S - LAUGHTER and rapture came from the KIDS as HOBO-A made FUNNY FACES. Then before his exit, HOBO-A took from under the GOLD TOGA ROBE, packets of assumed treats or candy. HOBO-A, had matured a growing problem, as the friend deducted the various different observations from memory.
HOBO-A was an induced image now, from some trying world. Totally elevated away, from average reasonable normalcy. PACKETS OF WHAT ???? Troubled the friend profoundly and deeply. HOBO-A was caught in quicksand and sinking. Deep waters of perdition, were taking HOBO-A under tow. Prayer to, GOD, for HOBO-A was in need.