A man in front of the sandwich store is
cutting dance moves. Threatening ones.
He looks nuts but not poor, though he
is waving a styrofoam cup for change.

Some college girls approach him on their
way to get sandwiches. He leaps in
front of them, twirls, palpates his hips,
waves arms, makes a face of dramatic
perturbation. There is nervous laughter
as the girls edge around him.

Now he is engaging with the trash can
where people discard their sandwich
wrappers. He rubs his bottom against
it-- something between a grind and a
hump. He collects change for ten
minutes and then disappears down an
alleyway, probably to have sex and
kill someone; perhaps not in that order.



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