Berkeley bum

someone who will stop you as you walk and tell you:

a) you look good, son. naw, naw don’t leave, i jus wanna talk ta ya…

b) i will take verbal abuse for change

among many other statements. they will often smoke weed or crack right on the street, and the cops don’t care. they have an ‘ignore the b-ms’ policy.

these b-ms will often wander onto campus to have enlightening conversations about the bible, only to p-ss out in the middle of a pathway.

they are generally nice people, some even have advanced degrees, but somewhere along the line (around 1967-1975) they just f-cked up and couldn’t recover. most of the sleep in people’s park.
paco: yo g, you see that berkeley b-m?

jaime: yeah, how’d he get all the way down to stockton?

paco: sh-t if i know, but he taught me about the sp-ce-time continuum, i feel like i might go back to school.

jaime: yeah, they are pretty smart, but yet they don’t do sh-t with their lives ‘cept create elaborate radio mixing equipment next to top dog.