Most will never encounter Him. Some may catch but a fleeting glance. Stories are told of His travels, His adventures, His ability to make anything out of a wire dry cleaning hanger. Among the bedwelled, He is nameless and unknown, for they are not His people.
For those of us lucky enough to encounter His presence, usually at a distance and in slow motion, and smelling slightly of Vienna cocktail weenies, He is known simply as the Hobo King.