He was legitimately a professional talker. He told jokes for a quarter, which is a relatively common fringe hobo job. We made up songs for a while where he could come in and tell jokes as an interlude. Twas qukte ridiculous and fun.
Traveling back from Berkeley to golden gate to sleep and be close to the art museum for the next day I got on the wrong train and went to Oakland and drew this while waiting on a train to take me back to where I started from. I never pay attention to the important things.