Progression of “our bum”:

The first time we encountered our bum was outside the KFC that is off of the Parallel Metro stop where we live. He stands about 6 foot tall and has long wavy hair that has been dyed, but not recent enough to not have black roots. Yeah, a bum that gets his hair dyed. There are so many questions right there such as where does he get the money for the dye, what possessed him to dye it that wonderful shade of orange, and what sink did he rinse in??? He sports a black leather jacket with fringe, chains, black jeans and rocks the Outsiders/50’s gang style. Back to KFC. So, he stands outside KFC begging for my hard earned money while he’s drinking a coffee and eating 15 Euros worth of KFC! No bueno I say. Next, we’re in line at the grocery and he cuts in front of us and pays for loads of dog food. Dog food you ask…yes he has a huge German shepherd type huge dog that eats dog food that our bum buys from the grocery. Next, I’m walking along ignoring him as much as I can when I hear this noise coming from the dog or bum. I stopped and looked to see what could possibly be making that sound when I see it…a radio! Yes, now our bum has a radio with batteries and he jams with his dog while sipping coffee and eating drumsticks. Kate witnessed someone throwing away a single bed and he came and swooped it up with a quickness. She said he was carrying it around on his head to be like “Hey look at me I have a freaking bed now!” So, he was sleeping rather comfortably or at least that’s what I thought until the following week he had sheets and a red decorative pillow. Every morning before he has his morning brew he gets up stows his suitcase and other belongings in the locker/side of the wall and makes his bed, pillow and all. I honestly thought the progression was going to have to stop there because Hell hes got all he needs, but no our bum needed more. As I turn the corner to get to my place I happen to look over to the hidey hole our bum calls home and what do I see but a freaking double bed! People, no one in BCN has a double bed! I sleep on a rock that my landlord Ester calls a bed that is the size of me and if you know me, which I would hope you do because your reading this, you know how not big I am. Our bum is now sleeping more comfortably than I am because he has a bigger, softer, nicer bed than I and it’s warmer outside then in a BCN home. Seriously this town is fucked up!