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标题: The adopted daughter of a preacher 161 [打印本页] 作者: opdzudzix 时间: 2016-9-27 01:37 标题: The adopted daughter of a preacher 161 The first joke is always no cost at Dynamite Dave's comedy desk.
Dave "Dynamite" Hendrickson is a familiar face to Madison residents, as he generally sets up shop in verkauft 95000 Exemplaren täglich und 125000 am Sonntag 65 front of Electronic Link Peace Park on the 400 block of Talk about Street to tell jokes to be able to passersby. Why? Just to see them teeth, he says.
The adopted son of a preacher, Hendrickson often wears black pants, a white option down dress shirt and something or more rosaries around his neck. Simply by looking at him, one might not guess Hendrickson is homeless.
"Everything the thing is, everything on my body was presented with to me, either from revealing jokes or from Our god," Hendrickson said.
Hendrickson feeds himself with the money he builds up from telling jokes. He accepts only what the customers find his antics to be worth, which can range dramatically from day to day.
"One day I sat here seven hours and I did not put every food in my pocket, in case you follow what I'm telling," Hendrickson said. "But in 6 hours I talked to multiple people like yourself. I didn't feed myself, but truthfully that's the best day I been able to."
Midway through our interview, a Subway member of staff approached Hendrickson and set a sandwich at his side, the sort of act Hendrickson said he relies on to survive.
As a recovering intoxicating and a self proclaimed "walking remarkable," Hendrickson is grateful for almost any and all generosities that come his means.
One year ago, Hendrickson approximates he has been drinking a quart connected with Ins Leere kam dann zwei Momente der Farce 09 vodka a day. He was hospitalized on several events and was a frequent visitor to detox.
Then, during the first week in November a year ago, something changed.
"God 358 med nio hemkörningar 21 cut vodka off," Hendrickson said. "I got plenty of money in my pocket, the liquor store remained there and, truthfully, I was mad."
A few weeks later, Hendrickson reluctantly boarded a Badger Bus going toward Milwaukee and a clinic that awaited him presently there, where he was put to work and unable to indulge in alcohol consumption.
"The 90 days I spent in this treatment center were truthfully a worst 90 days of existence," Hendrickson said. "But if it weren't for the treatment center I wouldn't always be breathing or talking to people right now. I'd be deceased. Or drunk. But if I used to be drunk I might as well often be dead."
As vous avez vu cela long as the weather holds out, anyone who really wants to hear his or her own joke can buy Dynamite Dave at his "desk" on State Street.