Driving home tonight I came up to a stoplight on Octavia Street and just outside my driver's side window, on the median, was a homeless guy taking off his clothes. Shirt, pants, undies. Quickly and matter-of-factly. Last of all, off came the socks. The clothes fell rumpled around his feet on the ground... he stood there very briefly, naked and un-afraid, then started putting it all back on. The light turned green. I continued on.
I turned to the right and caught the eye of a guy in a car next to me. We both started laughing.
Fuck, I love this city.
--Beth
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