Love the hobo slang! Reminds me of an actual hobo I met years ago when I worked security at Target. His name was Boyd Steel. Came in with an actual bindle. He was singing “o Susanna don’t you Cry for me.” Drunker than all get-out. He could t remember his debit card PIN, and getting him of the property became a 4 hour affair. He passed out at the front of the store. We called him a cab, and I helped him get in. He mumbled the destination he wanted. He wanted to take a cab to Atlanta. The cab driver wouldn’t take his kind of debit card. He had to get back out, and he would go sleep behind the building or in the ditch. He kept trying to come in. Police wouldn’t respond. He passed out on a roasting hot sidewalk on Memorial Day, and a medic stopped. The medic got the police to respond, and Deputy Castillo had to drive him all the way to the drunk tank on the other side of town even though his shit was over in 15 minutes.