I was recently verbally assaulted by a pale skinny woman on one of my days out and about in polite society. She was screaming the dangers of Johnny Cocheran at me which i did not appreciate. 'What ever happened to 'Good Crazy?' I asked myself. I have fond memories of being stopped by a smiling smelly man who just wants to take you out dancing or read you some poetry. It always provided me with just enough of a flavour of 'the street' to remind me that I was in a diverse town. But this lady left a bad taste in my mouth. Why must she rain on my parade of normalcy with her insane chatter? Doesn't she know that it's really disturbing? And why can't she take a lesson from the happy, well adjusted outcasts of society?
In closing, I would like to take a moment to personally thank the vagrants who make us smile. And to the vagrants who frighten us, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
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