Joey and I are on 10th Street when a man in rags shambles toward us.

“Back off,” Joey says.

“Jus walkin,” the tramp grumbles. He stinks of urine and gin.

“Well, keep on walkin,” Joey says.

As he passes us, I see the brand on the tramp’s neck. Thought criminal. Exile.#vss365

— Armond Boudreaux (@armondboudreaux) March 24, 2022