"Dozo" Maserati said he was going home. And he did.
The homeless world lives more as God intended: together as brothers. Even so, I never knew Dozo's real name.
His thing was trekking out to highway rest stops. I asked him if he was nuts walking that far. He said he had nothing better to do.
He'd get cleaned up, put on his best clothes so he could blend in. There he'd watch the unreachable "gods" stop by: tourists, business travelers, big rig truckers.
Dozo is dead now. Long live Dozo.
The homeless world lives more as God intended: together as brothers. Even so, I never knew Dozo's real name.
His thing was trekking out to highway rest stops. I asked him if he was nuts walking that far. He said he had nothing better to do.
He'd get cleaned up, put on his best clothes so he could blend in. There he'd watch the unreachable "gods" stop by: tourists, business travelers, big rig truckers.
Dozo is dead now. Long live Dozo.
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