Yaaargh.

Last night was basically successful. I had a beer with a hobo, who is apparently in Atlanta from New Orleans - he's was a hobo there, so he doesn't get any aid. I'm not sure if I believe the guy's story. I've talked to a lot of hobos with lots of stories, like a guy in Japan who said he was in Atlanta for the 1996 Olympics (but he didn't know anything about Atlanta), and a guy on the train who said he lost his leg in Vietnam (he looked about 30).

In addition, that "hair of the dog" hangover cure is bullshit. The best cure I've found is violently attacking anyone who gets within 30ft of you.

That'll keep those nosy fuckers away.