Kain
There are these two homeless dudes that sell african drums, and they park their drums lately under the scaffolding near my office. They are big black guys who wear chinese hats wrapped in blue plastic. Most of their outfits consist of blue plastic. The drums and all their crap cover 2 or 3 shopping carts, piled about 6 feet high. They drag office chairs behind them like dinghys, and that's usually where they sleep, at least during the day. Last night when I was at work late, I went to buy a pack of smokes for Diana around the corner. One of the dudes had set up a plank between his two carts, and found a power source somewhere. He had a portable dvd player with a tiny little screen and a pair of much larger amplified computer speakers plugged into a SNES. He was playing Mortal Combat as loud as he possibly could. When I walked out the door to leave, it was blasting "finish him".