So I was waiting for Tiffany outside, just along the street, when she arrived with a new friend.  His name was Neal, and Neal was a bum.  More specifically, Neal was a self-proclaimed “Austin-Wino,” which his t-shirt clearly dictated.  Turns out, Neal had manufactured the shirt himself.  It was a multi-colored tie dyed piece of work.  As he continued to follow us inside to Metro, Neal explained that today was our lucky day, because this morning he’d had a shower.

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