Go, you chicken fat, go away!

So I was telling my wife about the vagrants in the area, and she said her friend told her that they had set up a huge white tent.  Curiostiy got the better of me, and I decided to run over by where they had been.  I ran south down the east side of the Floodway.  I could see Rich Porter running on the west side of the Floodway in the opposite direction, but I didn't know it was him at the time.  The coast was clear on the east side, but I saw something on the west side.  A body mabye?  When I got to the west side I ran over to what I spotted earlier.  It was a table cloth.  Weird.  I kept going and saw this tote full of food underneath a tree.  I looked around, but didn't see anybody.  I kept going and saw another tree with shards of toilet paper.  That must be their poop tree.  As I came back out to the main road, I finally saw the vagrant.  Now, who knows, perhaps he's perfectly harmless and just a down on his luck guy with no where to go.  But there's always that element of the unknown.  So I watched him as he crossed the road and I saw Rich running back.  But I still didn't know it was Rich, so I waited just to make sure he/she didn't get attacked.  Sorry Rich for briefly thinking you were a woman.  As I was waiting I realized there was a woman on a bike on the east side of the floodway.  She was yelling for Joe, the vagrant pulling all their belongings in a huge suitcase.  So she probably knew I was watching him inconspicuously.  Oh well.  So when I finally realized it was Rich and that he wasn't in any danger, I waited for him and he ran with me the final quarter of a mile to my house.  The End.