Designer Goods

With tobacco stained teeth and dried saliva encrusting the corners of his mouth, his hollow bloodshot eyes darts suspiciously from car to car. His gaunt and stooped frame carries his raggedy clothing like a burden. His coarse hair is unkempt and reddish from hours in the sun and his skin is black and grimy from same. His calloused hands have thick veins running along them and dirt caked underneath their claws. He hovers around the traffic light waiting till it screams “Halt” and then makes his move in two swift strides, shoves his hand into the window, and tries to peddle me his lonely “Giorgio Armani” perfume and “Rolex” watch for “something small”!