I Want You To Comment On My Ten Word Story

I once nearly brought a man home who journey on trains. A hobo. He was ragged and dirty, but oh such a fine man who told tales. Vagabonds is an olden word. It smells of rags and old cheap wine and sticks upon shoulders with belongings tied in a bag. It is adventure and wishes and more. It reminds me of Mark Twain and the Mississippi. You are a desirable fellow. You and your words...