Learning About The Homeless

There is a big, old, bearded homeless man that I often see when I am out walking in my neighborhood. Today he was bent over, searching through his plastic bags. Perhaps he was looking for pants, because he had no pants on. What he did have on was small black lacy panties. And now I don’t know what to think of anything anymore. He sort of killed black lacy panties for me, but on the other hand, I do have a new sort of respect or understanding for the guy.