Homeless, but not pornless.

I'm riding the trolley this morning, and as we pull away from the civic center, I see a man walking down the sidewalk, with an optimistic rythym to his walk. Obviously homeless, he wore a slightly dirty beanie, topped with a fitted baseball cap stylistically cocked to the side, all the while precariously hanging on his head. His mouth was a jokers smile, held in company with a cigarette that wasn't daring to become any shorter. he looked relatively healthy for his economic state. A few sweatshirts found their way under a few more coats, and I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of how warm he must be under all that. Numerous pairs of pants didn't keep him from displaying white underwear, and only about half of the pants were anywhere near the waist. The most stunning detail, however, was his reading material. he had what, at a moments notice I could only deduce as a "cheri"(a particularly middle of the road porno mag, nowhere as good as "score") folded cover in, so that anyone seeing either side was gifted to a viewing of semen covered pussy, or face. He also had a cd player in the same hand, but that seemed to pale in comparison. He kinda looked like flava flav. Public enemy is coming to the house of blues. I kinda wanna go, but I also know I'll wanna leave right after I get there, cause I feel anxious in public places where I know few people.