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i was wandering around downtown san francisco this afternoon when i can across a homeless man i'd seen around before. the first time i saw him i was waiting for a friend at the downtown bart station, sitting crosslegged on the steps of a nearby bank and observing all the silly humans scrampering around. the homeless man (i wish i asked his name today) was sharing food from a plastic container on top of a trash can with a fluffy, dirty white cat. he was the most interesting character downtown and my attention immediately focused on him. i watched him eat for a while, wishing i had my camera with me. after finishing his meal, he slung the cat over his shoulder as casually as one would put on a scarf and headed down the street, out of my view. i'd never seen a cat so content to ride around on someone's shoulder, to be worn.
today as i walked by macy's while indulging in some consumerism, i saw the same fellow loitering around with his cat. this time, i decided i had to talk to him and his cat, so sat down on the sidewalk and began petting the cat. while i pet the cat, who seemed to enjoy the attention, the man told me the cat's name was "bacon". i think the name was bacon, anyway. it was either bacon, vacant, or beggin, i wasn't sure because the man had a bit of a slur. i think bacon was the coolest name out of the three, so i decided to go with that. apparently the homeless fellow has been together with his cat for eight years, since he was a kitten, and confessed to me that he didn't know what he would do without him. it was adorable.
and so i began to wonder:
what am i doing with my life? i have money, a great career, blah blah fucking blah, but do i have a cat?
sometimes i feel like i am missing out on what is truly important. to that end, i have been spending a lot of time re-evaluating my priorities in life.
perhaps it is time for a change of pace.
today as i walked by macy's while indulging in some consumerism, i saw the same fellow loitering around with his cat. this time, i decided i had to talk to him and his cat, so sat down on the sidewalk and began petting the cat. while i pet the cat, who seemed to enjoy the attention, the man told me the cat's name was "bacon". i think the name was bacon, anyway. it was either bacon, vacant, or beggin, i wasn't sure because the man had a bit of a slur. i think bacon was the coolest name out of the three, so i decided to go with that. apparently the homeless fellow has been together with his cat for eight years, since he was a kitten, and confessed to me that he didn't know what he would do without him. it was adorable.
and so i began to wonder:
what am i doing with my life? i have money, a great career, blah blah fucking blah, but do i have a cat?
sometimes i feel like i am missing out on what is truly important. to that end, i have been spending a lot of time re-evaluating my priorities in life.
perhaps it is time for a change of pace.