I thought the homeless had it bad till I met Gilly Dean. Gilly Dean is not homeless, he's placeless. I can clearly remember the drinks we shared and that little incident with the police the monkey and the sock drawer. Unfortunately, when I think hard I can never remember WHERE all these things took place. Gilly has no place to be and he seems only to exist in a murky world of the past tense. If you remember Gilly next time you do I hope you will recall saying hi for me.
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