I was walking along the sidewalk downtown a few yards from the tent city. I'd just left the tent city and was mulling over the friendly conversations I'd had with residents.

My mulling was interupted by my intuition, I tuned in and lifted my head, meeting the gaze of a man driving past me. Guy probably in his 60s or so, driving an insecure male truck, glaring at me as if I was the most despicable vermin around. He slow cruised by with his hate on while I tried to figure out what his problem was.

Oh. I'd just come from the tent city and this man wanted to make certain that he'd make me feel like sh*t. He did not succeed.

But here is the best part. What did he have dangling from his tailgate? A rubber pair of male genitalia. Yep, he's got balls.