after passing by a lovely gentleman sporting a sparkly dress under his regular hobo ensemble. We run into another fellow seeking some form of patronage from us, alas I and my friend are teenagers, brokeeee.
He mumbles and chirps, we stride forth on our journey, duck into a store. Eight minutes later:
this is what we heard in Berkeley.
We sneak glances out the store's front door, she and I on all fours, three inches of wide eyes escaping the door frame. Well what do you know it's that guy.
He's just fizzings and sputtering and screaming, LOUD. Most everyone's kinda just passing by like normal, and we're just like, shiiit
would ya look at that.
went on down the road back and forth, but wherever we were we could still hear him.
To put it in better perspective, this started out by Mars, and we could hear him when we were almost at bart