These are the people in my neighborhood. They're the people that you meet when you're walking down the street. They're the people in my neigh - bor - hood.

Crazy old guy who dresses like a lady. Who pushes a shopping cart and has long curly gray hair. Who wears heels, skirts, and tank tops. Who, thankfully, keeps his/her issues to him/herself.

Dirty Indian (self professed). Who wears a straw hat with no top to it, for air conditioning he says. Who walks his 3 dogs on a mix of belts/chains/and leashes. And tells my kids weird stories. But doesn't really bother me too much, since he never propositions them and is very kind.

Various can collecting urban outdoorsmen. Who ask me for change. And I always answer with, "Do you think I'd live in this neighborhood if I had money?"

We also have a shopping cart that is on a different corner every morning. I've never seen anyone move it. Don't worry though, it's not like it follows me around while creepy music plays.