Why would anyone throw away a perfectly good blow-up doll? Still blown up, no doubt. Didn't even get a proper burial.
Another Sight to See: the Homeless Hipsters. Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture. I'll describe as best as I can: basically, we had your standard mid-twenties hipsters sitting next to the outside of a building on the sidewalk. Maybe they were a little dirtier. However, they held cardboard signs like that of, oh, the "War Vet in Need of Help, Will Take Anything," etc. Except these kids took a more . . . honest? Approach?
"NEED TO GET FUCKED UP."
These were the only words I caught, plus a doodling of a bottle of bubbly. There was some extraneou
s banter surrounding, but if I stared too long I would have had to give to the Drunk Fund (smart on their part). I also considered offering a dollar in exchange for a picture of them, but I didn't feel like encouraging them (picture shown is a very accurate example of what I saw, courtesy of latfh.com).So . . . I'm wondering if they were actually homeless but still young enough to try and be cutting and clever in their quest for charity, maybe appeal to their audience . . . or if they were just some assholes that wanted to see how much beer money they could scrape together. Who knows. I do know that if I were an honest-to-goodness old homeless lady and I saw that, I might have put out my cigarette in the back of their hands. Ah, Recession.
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