Mac

That is the “name” that my sister and I put to the hobbo (not sure how this is writen, actually) of the neightborhood, he was in here like four or five years, soon he started to disappear for periods that went from one week to five months, its been months that he´s no longer here, but lemme tell ya everything chronologically, i think ppl understands things better if i tell things that way…..
it was like five or six years ago that a fat hippie about forty or fifty years arrived here and started to slleep outside of the catholic seminary that is near my house (this is, in a street near my house); first we didnt trust him a lot, and we were all kinda scared of the ol man, because he was so tall and big, and we didnt really feel like going anywhere NEAR him, coz he smelled real bad (the poor bastard really was a stinky bastard)…
whenever anyone walked by him he would yell “dollaar, dollarr” we didnt give him a damn at first …
With time he learned som spanish, and when we walked near him he would now say “pesooousss, pesssooouusss”, (that is for peso …. Just so that you get an idea, a Mexican peso is like ten cents of a dollar) and we would look at hi mall hungry and not dangerous at all, he just looked like a really screwed up ol man that hended two or three pesos or ten or a million toe at something, so we started handing th money 

little by little his “properties” began to grow, soon he would already be the proud owner of a couple of blankets and a real depressing cardboard house that he had right there on the sidewalk and it was all aganist the damn seminal wall, and it looked pretty funny coz the wall is all white and neat, but it had that damn cardboard house lying aganist it….. oh, and three dogs, he had three dogs, among them there was this very pretty small husky that i really liked and would happily had taken from him or bought it or something, coz i really liked it, but i never did , but never I did coz A. I do not have space in the house for a dog, im also not dying to clean to its fuckin shit, and B. im not gonna steal a dog from a hobbo! I could´ve bought it thoug, but that would mean that i´ll have to stay with him a while and talk to him and i would mind so much the idea of staying a while if i was just to listen because then i could hola my breath or something, but if i had to talk it would be pretty hard to hola my breath and he was a really stinky bastard…
mmm what else can i say about it ? oh yeah, a couple of times we gave him hamburgers: Big Macs and we got the name from there, too al tough we never called Him that way, we would just kid around by owrselfs referring to him by that name.
You could also see him playing solitaire and talking to the air on his spare time (that is when he wasnt beggin for money, coz he didnt really havea job or did anything to have spare time)
And whenever i saw him all by himself with no one to talk to it was sad, someone not having anyone its sad, very sad and depressing, in several occasions i just felt like sitting next to him (not breathing and all, i mean i can hold my breath for quite sometime) and just listen to whatever the hell he was saying, you know, just to listen, but i never really did, for one thing, everytime i walk by that street is coz im already going somewhere like school or somewhere and i dont think anyone would enjoy it if i got there and smelled like some fifty year old guy that hasnt shower in like a million years.
soon he stoped beggin for pesos and started again to ask for dollars (when he finally realized that two or three pesoswont buy you a lot, maybe just a bubblegum, but who needs bubblegum when they´re hungry?)we usedto crack some jokes about him learning some more spanish and beggins for “billeeteeeeeesssssss, billeeeeteeeeee”
a couple times we saw him buying bread in the bakery on that same street or eating tacos by the supermarket, that´s why we never go eat there.
Then he dissapeared for the first time, we saw him Walking near a KFC, but that was waaaay to far Hawai in downtown, we really doubted that any bus had let himgo onboard, so he probaly walked all the way, and all the way back.
By the time he was back, the guys from the seminal had already throw all of his staff, i doint blame them, the cardboard house was there just lookin ugly and he wasnt even there and there was no way of knowing if we was still alive or if he was gonna come back.
Anyway, by the time we got back and didnt have any of his old staff, it was already winter or something, butis was cold, so my mom gave him a couple of blankets, coz he didnt have anything anymore, he didnt even had his dogs anymore, just the old husky i told you about.
Then he started a new bussiness, he was selling “art”; he made this really bad drawings that look like they were made by a tour year old with a crayolaand traed to sell them outside the supermarket. I never bought one, i never saw anyone buying one, and i never saw anyone not looking at it without laughing!
It was sad, that kinda stuff can really depress the hell outta you, and i dont say it just coz ive just read the catcher in the rye, i mean it, you take some fifty year old and make him stink like hell, and make this horrible/funny drawings with a marker and make him try to sell them and see if it doesnt make you want to die and leave all your money to the poor bastard.
The second or third time that he disappeared he came back all cleaned up and with new clothes, and someone had cut his hair and beard, he was also slip as hell, i mean for a fat guy, he had gone from Marlon Brando to John Travolta pretty fase, or from santa to i dont know, some skinny bastard…. Anyway, he looked pretty screwed up so my mom started to worry about him a lot, well not exactly a lot, coz she can really worry more than that, but a lot for a hobbo anyway, she might have been really worried about his health and all or it couldve been that she just didnt want to walk by and have to see a bloody death guy on her way, it´s imposible to tell.
It´s been like a month or two since the last time i saw him, the other day i made a comment about him at work and some guy seem to know him, or at least know that he existed, he said that he hasnt seen him either.
Its sad, i liked him, ol´Mac, i used to think that he was here because he had done something terrible in his country like killing someone or something, and he had run had run Hawai from the cops and all and was trying now to take it easy and not hurt anyone and also have some kina of punishment by his own.
In short, it was nice to have a hobbo in the hood, specially one that didnt got stunt or drunk or nothing, and that was instead this stinky ol foreing hobbo role model or something like it.
And now that he´s no longer here, and that no one really knows his name or if there is someone, some realtive or something that might be looking for him, it´s sad to think about it. That he might be death already and that his own dogs could´ve eat his eyes or that some crazy driver rano ver him and didnt even bother to see if it was a rato r a dog or santa what he killed….
And i miss him to, i mean, you ger used to seeing someone on your way to take the bus and then when hes not there, you miss him, coz now hes not there playing cards or talking no one ore ven beggin you for “pesssouusss, pesssouuuus”….