there was nothing unusual about the walk except the unusual amount of police cars, who weren't there for me.
it turns out they were all patrolling really hard to keep the town of willistion safe from a possible vagrant.
i learned who he was and how the police had spoken to him (read: run him off) only because i saw him down the road and gave him a lift.
then i took him home for lunch.
it turns out he's a kid with a job and a home and that he works also with a chapter of food not bombs.
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