“Yeah, I was talking to Billy, Billy McCestie a friend… what? I weigh about one hundred and fifty-nine pounds. I got all my teeth and can run the mile in four minutes flat, what’s with all the questions,” he argues, putting the receiver away from his mouth, watching all the people as they pass by. “What are they writing, a book?” He says irritated by all the dumb questions. Putting the receiver back to his mouth, he starts mocking the British voice on the other end,
“Oh, no mate, I was not talking to you. I was talking to another friend, hold on, there she goes,” he calls out to a passing girl. …show more content…
Freddie not believing what he just heard, “Ten thousand bucks,” he repeats. Then he notices the officer studying him. “Oh shit,” he mutters in disappointment not liking the situation one bit, “Okay, I will be right over,” he says talking fast so he can make a quick getaway, “What I do not have a wife or any children. Okay, I will see you in a while. Yeah, I need to get a fag,” He says hanging up the telephone, knowing that a [fag] is a cigarette in the UK. He laughs a bit, mumbling with a British accent.
“Need to get a fag,” he laughs rushing away from the phone, one would assume he would try to get going, but instead of running in the opposite direction, the confused hobo heads toward the police officer [and to top it off] he is waving and shouting at him as he crosses the street.
“Officer, Officer McCestie! Is that you?” he shouts. Looking strangely at Freddie, who is coming in an inconsistent fashion, the Patrolman reaches for his gun, preparing himself for an encounter. At the last second Freddie dashes past the officer and runs to the waiting bus, laughing as he boards. Standing in front of the bus driver, anxious that he takes off; he clears his pockets inside out searching for money, when he knows he does not have any. He shrugs his shoulders, laughing steadily watching the officer as the bus pulls