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Under that ruble of cardboard, plywood, and other random shit is a bicycle that Wayne tried pawning off on me. It was an old type cruiser he saw, that he thought somebody could make use of.
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This is Wayne. Seven months ago Wayne was a concrete worker in South Jersey. One day on his way to a job he ended up in a predicament that put him in a situation that would change his life. While walking a few blocks from a site that he had work at, a group of kids jumped him. They hit him with a baseball bat, fucking up his lower spine. As put to me by Wayne, he didn’t think it was a robbery because he woke up 3 days later in the hospital still maintaining all of his belongings. In Wayne’s words, “I think it was a teenage prank gone bad”.
At the time, Wayne was married and had a small child. Due to the circumstances Wayne could not return to work and at which time this ensued troubles in the home. As a result his wife left him, and he went to the streets. After three months of being out on the vast wilderness of bullshit, he met another woman who also was out on the street. Wayne carried on a brief relationship with her which only lead to him contracting HIV and HEP C.
Now, Wayne’s barely mobile ass is walking the wayward back streets of center city trying to make a little sense of his day to day activities. Believe it or not, he has a pretty good game going. He stakes claim to a neighborhood littered with local beauty supply stores and a couple of chain drug stores, like Rite Aid. Due to the location and the nature of the typical employee hired at these types of establishments, he has been able to reap the “secondary benefits”.
The game goes a little something like this…
These apparent jaded employees rob their businesses of the booty, by tricking it out the back doors, disguised as trash in bags. Their intentions are to later come back and retrieve “said trash” after the business has closed. Regardless the fact this is one of the oldest tricks in the book, Wayne throws a wrench in their plan. From what I gather he is fairly hip to their plan as well as their schedule, and after they dispose of “said trash”, Wayne comes through and snatches it up. Be it, cartons of cigarettes or the normal day to day accessories, he’s got the block on lock.
Wayne also showed me a spot when some random treasures were hidden, but that’s for a later date and story.
Wayne, I salute you. I was out on a simple bike ride, crossed your path and ended up hanging out with you for an hour or so, shootin’ the breeze and smoking cigarettes. I wish you the best, AND, you didn’t ask me for shit other than a smoke.
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