Decent! My kinda thread baby! I wanna say that most drunks aint homeless by no meens but some are. I aint homeless. Me and my bother Don shair a rental house together with 3 cats and a smelly old hound named Bart. Don works at the service startion outside Blind River. I use the word "works" kinda looslly eh? He mostly stands around with a dumb look on his face and smokes and scratches himself. (Ha! Ha!) He is an idiot but he is my brother eh? When Friday comes around we get blasted on Dons' pay and eat pizza and cruise for girls but they aint mostly nothin but skanks in this town so sometimes we fire up the pickup and go t o Sudbury for the night. Whooo-EEE!!! Hot times eh? Excpt in the winter. In the winter we snowmobile across the rivers and lakes and play chicken with trains and stuff.

I figger if ya got a drunk under your porch their are a cupla posibilities.

1. He has got the hots for ya and is in a mood for romance.

2. He is just drunk and dont know where he is at.

3. Ahhh...maybe you are at his place and you made a mistake comin' home?

4. What are we talkin about...? ? ?

BDiBR