I spent another morning with Dumpster Diving Dan feeding the seagulls. I need to get some pictures of this uploaded to the blog if I can just ever remember to take my camera down there with me. I would say there were a good fifty to sixty birds out there today. Dan always feeds them in the same place at the same time so they know when and where to come. Austere asked about seagulls by the river. I live a day’s drive from the Gulf of Mexico. The seagulls follow the river up from the Gulf in search of food. Thanks for the comments Austere!
“How long have you been dumpster diving?” I asked him as we both stood there and threw out stale bread to the gulls.
“Oh, for a long time now,” He replied. “It has been years.”
“What is the best dumpster?” I then asked.
Dan donned a Cheshire cat grin. “That would be giving up my secrets.”
“Don’t use the dumpsters behind the Kroger though,” He said. “They will call the police.”
I then peddled on over across the river to the grocery store. Big S was sitting out front as usual accompanied by Droopy. They were having an animated discussion about this year’s college football prospects.
“Seen Sherman?” I asked them interrupting.
“He be by here earlier,” Big S said. “He said he needed to talk to you.”
I walked on down to the pay phone to call Sherman on his new cell phone. The phone rang a few times and then Sherman answered.
“Hey man, what’s up?” I said. “Big S said you were looking for me.”
“Where you be at?” Sherman asked.
“Over by the grocery store,” I replied.
“I’ll be over there in a minute,” He said.
“Hey man, what did you need?” I asked trying to get him to the point.
“We be playin’ poker at Pookie’s house tonight,” He said. “You want to come?”
“You know I don’t do the Pookie Poker thing,” I replied.
“I be buyin’ da beer,” Sherman said almost pleading with me.
“Sorry man, you know I don’t trust that bitch,” I replied. “There are some shady people hanging out over there.”
“Why yo ass gotta be dissin my woman?” Sherman said with a laugh.
“You know how I feel about that group of people,” I said. “Come by the house after the poker game and we will drink a few.”
“Alright, my brotha, alright,” Sherman said and then hung up the phone.
It will be interesting to see what state of inebriation Sherman will be in when he comes over this evening. I just hope he doesn’t show up on my doorstep three sheets to the wind at 2 a.m. in the morning like he has been known to do. I really need to reconsider the people in my social group. I do find Sherman and the gang to be so interesting and vibrant though, even if they are a bunch of misfits.
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