Nine o'clock this morning, some guy is standing in the middle of my
street, obstructing traffic, with his arms in the air like he's
preaching.  I yell out my car window for him to get out of the street.
He yells back at the top of his lungs he needs a blow job.  I get
embarrassed because there's a 65 year old lady on the other side of the
street.  He walks further out into the street stopping a black
volkeswagon dead in its tracks.  I don't think I have to tell you who
this person is.  The question is, what does he do when he goes out like
this so early in the morning?  (He didn't have a shopping cart,
laundry, or pop cans).