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Taken from: "A History Lesson From a Hobo in Two Guns, Arizona"
I took out my camera and began to take photos of a beautifully graffiti pool sitting next to an abandoned old barn that once doubled as a tourist stop. Imagine my surprise when, after a couple of minutes of snapping away, I hear a voice saying, “Hello. How are you doing?”

Well, after pretty much jumping out of my skin in shock, I took a look at my greeter: an old hobo complete with the tattered jacket, hole-filled gloves, socks coming out of the shoes and a smell to match.

Two Guns, Arizona, on Route 66
This story took place on the lower-left hand side of the photo.

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Taken from: "Chasing the Naked Thai Thief into the River Kwai at 3am"
As Carrie was closer to the screen door separating the porch from our bedroom, it was she who heard the garbage bag rustling. At first she ignored it, but after it continued for a few seconds she got up to see what was going on. To her surprise, a long haired, tall and completely naked Thai man was standing in our bedroom. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT OF OUR ROOM,” she screamed from the porch side of the screen door. Moments later, the thief fled.

With no idea what he had stolen and no clue what I would do if I actually caught him, pure instinct and adrenalin took control and I jumped over the banister into the waist high river chasing after him. I gave a good run, screaming on the top of my lungs the whole time. “Stop! Thief! Help!” Unfortunately, by the time I made it halfway across the river to the nearest walkway he had already jumped out and was sprinting up a hill next to a house.

 

Two Guns, Arizona, on Route 66
The scene of the crime

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