Gregory The Grumpy Goat.

woods huh, why not, the woods is beautiful,” I ask.
“Because it sucks, I don’t like it one bit!” “So eh, you don’t like living in the shouts Gregory the grumpy goat.
“I just don’t understand Greg I love hiking nature fresh air and sun shi…” I get cut off
“I got rained on last night. It’s a pain in the butt, I don’t have any family or friends,” on and on goes Gregory the grumpy goat. “I had to take a bite out of the Ice cream box because the picture looked so good! Shouts Gregory.
“Why do you do this to yourself Gregory?” I ask.
“I don’t know, I don’t know why I do this to myself, wait, do whct to myself? What are you talking about Dingo? Asks Gregory the grumpy goat.
“You know say you don’t have any family or friends when there is a whole world of people right here. You complain about living somewhere amazing and don’t get me wrong here I’m not trying to offend you but the worst thing is you introduce yourself not just as Gregory, but the Gregory the grumpy goat, and you’re not even a goat. I don’t understand, it’s just poposstt…. To me, to me, please don’t look at me like that Gregory.
           Gregory Is this man I meet at a bus stop in southern Florida. He carries around two trash bags and wears dirty white jeans, a dirty grey shirt and has white hair with a goatee. Honestly I have never seen a human being that looks so much like a goat. He is definitely one of the stranger specimen I have encountered on my adventures. I have been talking to him on the bus and at the bus stops for a couple of weeks. His ultimate goal is to buy a boat and live on that, then he will be happy so he says. He is always miserable. I like talking to him because a part of me laughs at the things he is frustrated about. He seems to like mouthing off his problems and I like listening and laughing at them and that’s how we became friends.