HOBO-A was down and out again. The bottle had br taken it's fill of time and space. Walking slowly with br a cup of coffee spilling over his hand, as he br slumbered along the pavement. Lost to himself and all br cognition of reality at the moment. br br By chance encounter, the friend had seen him. br Walking over, demised the status of HOBO-A. br 'things looking down HOBO-A'. YEA-been in br the bar, need some work, you got the picture. br My act got ragged again, need the next act. br br Well HOBO-A, your going into those bars which br you made, ALTERS of WORSHIP. You have br made the bar your temple and sit on a stool br in abstract prayer, drinking oblations of ALCOHOL br to your idol God-ALCOHOL. You know that br BIG MOM TV. makes it all glitzy and cool in br the unreal world. br br People go to worship once a week in church br and spend the other days in there bar temple br worshiping. You need to sit with your Bible br and tune into GOD, like I told you before, all br this show here on earth ends one day. Then, br GOD, is going to look and see, who you really br gave your heart, soul, mind and strength to. br REPENT HOBO-A -REPENT. See you again br soon.