These were all taken on the afternoon of 23 September 2008! As I was snapping these shots, I noticed that the 'gangstas' of Orillia needed to brush up on their graffiti skills, like ... ASAP. Which then led me to think, 'Hmm ... Maybe this isn't a spot for gangstas to chill, after all ... Maybe that graffiti was done by a different group of citizens --- Such as hobos! Which, of course, means only one thing: This must be a certified hobo hangout.' I stood beside the rusty trash can for awhile, nodding and smiling at my own genius, having made such a discovery. Then I realised I was standing on the doorstep of a hobo hideout. A hobo hideout, and I was most definitely not a hobo. That's when I ran home, screaming for my Mummy --- Er, I mean, that's when I casually strolled outta there like a bad ass motherfucker, snapping my gum and stomping my boots. >_>; Yeah, that sounds pretty believable, and pretty damn cool, too --- Oh, shit, I'm typing out my secret thoughts again! ;_; Fuck, just look at the goddamn photographs, would you?! T_T;