Find the middle

Middle of what

Middle of everything- this is where perfection lies

Do you mean lays or not tells the truth

Either or

Huh, how does that make sense

Sense, who said anything about making sense

But everything must have a rational side

Perhaps a side, but not the middle

Because that is where perfection rests

I assume then, chaos is on the other side?

Perhaps, but then it could always be a pepperoni pizza

So, you don’t know?

Of course I don’t know, the answer is never the same

Perhaps, if we research the past and present…

Ha, good luck. The present is clueless and the past is making the best assumption that they could. Never truly knowing the answer. But if you’d like, we can go down this rabbit hole together.

What choice do we have. If we don’t learn from history, we are bound to repeat it.

Precisely.

Within a short period of time, I found myself standing watch, as the Hobo acquired our new clothes. At first, I had objected to obtaining new clothing in such a fashion, but it was quickly pointed out to me that we didn’t really have any choice in the manner, given both of our financial difficulties. So here I stood as look out, since I still at that point hadn’t acquired the art of sticky fingers. Feeling the guilt of what we were doing, I said a quick prayer to the saint of thieves.

Oh, Saint Nicholas, I come before you with heavy heart. I find myself in an impossible position. My new found friend and I are taking what we need through unlawful means. Though I know it’s wrong and I wish there was another way. I fear we have no other way…” I didn’t get any further, for at the moment, the hobo came around the corner with a shopping bag over his paw.

“Come on, let’s find someplace to get changed.”

 A short time later, I walked out of a public bathroom, donning a suit and tie with a handkerchief tucked in my left breast pocket.

“So where do we go from here”

“Where going to take the subway to Moscow, where we’ll meet up with my colleagues.”

“Are we going to jump this one too?”

“Of course not,” the Hobo laughed. “We need to act like civilized cats, afterall. We’ll pay this time.”

“With what?”

“With rubles of course,” The Hobo whispered, as he graciously skimmed passed a pedestrian, who was coming the opposite way.  Courtesy of the gentleman that just passed us.”

Now, I know that they say cats always land on their feet, well I’m here to tell you that to my shame that I ended up curling into a ball and bouncing a few feet away from the tracks. The landing was rough, as you can imagine, and when I came to a stop, it took me sometime to gather  my wits about me. When I did so, the Hobo was standing over me, looking down. “Well, are you going to lay there all day, my bouncing friend or are you going to get up and come with me into the city. I promise that it will be worth your while”

Not seeing any other viable options, I rose to my feet. Rubbing my sore neck, I replied, “Fine, lead the way.”

Smiling, the Hobo turned and started walking towards town. Realizing that I wasn’t directly behind him, he turned to me, “What is the problem now?”

Not sure what he was talking about- but deciding to make something up so he wouldn’t ask again.  I grumbled something about my neck, while scrabbling to catch up.

After we had been walking for about forty minutes, the entrance of the town came into sight.

“Now before we enter into this town,” The Hobo said, “lets discuss how we’re going to be getting from the town to the city. The first thing that we’re going to do is get some newer clothes.

“Why?”

“We need to blend in and we can’t do that with what we’re currently wearing

The bells of change are tolling

But when are they not?

One action

One decision

Can change the fate of many

And yet how can we not gamble?

The bell of change are tolling

But when are they not?

The time has come-

We must be moving on

The board was cleared

But where do we go from here?

The bells of change are tolling

But when are they not?

One action

One decision

Can change the fate of many

And yet how can we not gamble?

Realizing that the Hobo was right, I did my best to calm my breathing and soon I felt my blood pressure dying down. Sitting on the bed floor, I gazed over at the Hobo who was resting against the bed wall. “So, where exactly is this train going?”

The Hobo opened one eye. “You jumped on a train and you don’t even know where it was headed?”

“The farm that I was living on was seized by the government after the Farmer and his wife decided to take a stand. Having no where to go, I decided that jumping on the nearest train and riding it out was my best option.”

“Oh, so you chose the life of a Hobo, because you felt that you had no other choice?”

“Yes and No,” I replied. “Yes, I had no where to go and yet I was granted a rarely opportunity. With nothing holding me down, I was free to go anywhere and do anything that I pleased.”

“So, with nothing tying you down, you decided to hop a train and see where the wind blew you. What a splendid, foolish idea.”

“Yes, I decided to embrace the life of a wanderer, such as yourself.” I replied.

“Hmm, the life of a wanderer,” the Hobo mused. “I like the sound of that. Well then, my fellow wanderer, this train in headed towards Moscow, though we will be jumping of shortly before it arrives. Till then, may I suggest getting some sleep. You’re going to need it.”