“I know that guy! Thats secret agent orange! He served in vietnam.”
Really? Y’mean that’s Algore in a really great disguise?!
There was a very,very fat black woman who panhandled round the corner of Mass Ave and Boylston street in Boston. She would drag around an oxygen tank and scream
” Change fo’ a famolee o’ six!!! I need heatin’ oil!!!”
Shortly after Hurricane Katrina she was out there screaming that she was a Katrina refugee and brother, did she ever have a story, screaming it out for all to hear.
People were giving her money, no one thought to ask how a New Orleans resident ended up with a heavy Massachusetts accent.
Later I got to know a bartender who was in nursing school, her boyfriend held down a full time job. They both lived in a really nice building in downtown Boston. Guess who lived across the hall?
None other than Mrs. “ Change fo’ a famolee o’ six!!! “