the town i’m currently living in has a park where homeless people hang out / it’s clear they’re homeless as they have bedrolls and bags and shopping trolleys of possessions with them / i pass through the park a few times a day / coming or going from where i’m staying to head to the beach or main street / i’ve noticed a guy in the park who drinks a six pack of bourbon and coke cans every day / he begins at about eleven in the morning and usually finishes late afternoon / while he’s drinking his six pack he listens to music on a portable device / sometimes after drinking a few cans he starts dancing / and he’s a good dancer too / often later in the evening he drinks wine with other park people / things can get chaotic / the group sometimes become loud and shout / occasionally a fight takes place /
this morning i noticed the bourbon and coke guy coming out of a bottle shop in the main street with his six pack / he was with another guy who also had a bourbon and coke six pack / they were laughing and chatting / this afternoon on my way back from the beach i saw them together in the park singing and dancing to music / they were smiling and looked happy / that made me smile / they waved to me and i waved back / heading home this evening after having dinner out with a mate i saw both the bourbon and coke guys drinking wine with some others in the park / they didn’t look happy / no smiling or laughing / someone in the group was shouting / no music or dancing / i continued walking home / hoping a fight wouldn’t happen / but thinking there was a good chance it would //

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