I had several readers who lived in the bushes
behind Eagle Army-Navy Discount Department Store.
Karol Anne worked there. She had to take a lie detector test
because she handled money. My readers cleaned up at
the public rest room in the park. When I would walk by,
on my way to the beach and back, one of them might raise
his arm in the black power salute, and holler, "Screed!"
That was the name of my book.
They weren't all black, but Trash-Pile Peter was.
I gave him a sprout, and he called me Daddy.
He was paralyzed down one side.
Retards gotta eat too.