"There is a big guy with no shirt on, dancing on the sidewalk."
"Is he still there? He's been doing that since last night."
"He is dancing with his hands down his shorts."
"Oh, dear."
The large semi-naked man was asked to please dance a bit farther away from the walkway.
"I'm hungry," he said.
"You can get food at the gas station," we suggested.
He moon-walked around the corner. Peeking from the back door, we could see him execute some tight spins and an energetic bit of air guitar near the bus stop. Part of his imaginary guitar appeared to be stuffed down the front of his pants.
Some time later, there was the distant sound of sirens. One of our police officers trotted in. "A big naked meth addict was just taken off to the hospital for a heart attack by the gas station!"
Yikes. I hope he got his sandwich first.
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