Somedays I crave the veggie dogs from hot dog stands. It is so hot these days that I am too cranky to pick real food. But I know they are gross - created in the midst of car fumes and pollution.
Ignoring the grossness I ordered the dog and was paying up when a dishevelled homeless man on some speedy drug came up to me. He had condiments all over his shirt a half-eaten polish sausage in his hand, and a mouth full of half-masticated street-meat.
He came up really close with onion and crumbs falling from his mouth: "Do you have any change so that I could get something to eat?" I shook my head and held my breath like a priss. he stepped closer. "a cigarette, a bus token?" No. Sorry. Then he burped in my face and walked away.
