"What do you mean?" I ask her again."You're going to need that dress again, Rose." Some more came backto me, and she could see it on my face. "You r...member some of itnow? Some of it you're never going to remember, and some of it I'mnever going to tell you. Last night you got drunk again, this timein my own boss's house, how could you? And you made an absoluteass of yourself, like you usually do, just like the husband inLydia's novel, the one Max wanted me to read last night, youremember. I don't know why, but of late, I catch myself thinking back with a special fondness to the youngest hobo, a young boy that I met during my hungry years of riding the rails.He would go on to later become known in many of the Hobo Jungles throughout the land as Hobo Jimmy.Strangely enough and quite by chance, I achieved a sort of dubious royalty status. I was the first person to meet Jimmy the night he first wandered into our hobo camp located on the outskirts of the Southern California railroad. The hangar was silent except for the hard breathing and wet sounding gasps of the three stooges. None of us knew what to do next, so we waited like good soldiers in this man’s Army. Pretty soon a Major strutted in and demanded an explanation. Hearing none, he started to berate us for lacking military bearing and being too stupid to recognize our squad leaders when we met them.Nobody took him up on his demand for information and when the three dorks shook off the effects of their whipping, they. "David frowned. "It's supposed to rain later." No, it's not," she thought. "I heard the weather report, and it didn't say anything about the rain! He's just in one of his, 'the cup is half empty' moods."His negativity didn't stop him from saying, "By Hon," as he gave her a peck on her forehead before leaving, though.Actually, David was in a great mood, and he hardly noticed what Tracy was wearing when she met him at the store with his coffee. However, she didn't know that he hadn't noticed, and.