Dec 05, 2010 20:53
[The video starts innocently enough, There's a hobo in bottlecap glasses and fingerless gloves sitting on a bench next to a building. The view seems to be coming from his lap, where he has the PCD balanced while he sifts around through the pockets of his suspenders.]
Good packin' snow, yeah? [He chuckles a little, but it sounds funny. Hoarse, breathy. The early signs of a cold, or perhaps the flu. Mikk finishes sifting through his pockets to pull out a cigarette, and a match. He strikes the match, but pauses briefly before lighting the cigarette, seeming to notice something.]
[Can't have a match go to waste, however, and so he quickly remembers himself, lights the cigarette, and takes a drag - which promptly results in him coughing. Hard. Hacking. Someone is showing early signs of some sort of nasty infection... He takes a deep breath as soon as his lungs are clear, ignoring that little display, and takes a tentative drag on the cigarette.]
Say... [Another slight cough.] ... shouldn't th'sun have gone down by now?
long live the hobo,
adstringendum,
event: day break,
escaping my murderous tendencies,
someone call a doctor,
event'd,
white life