Or is that real homeless men work out in parking garages when the skies are threatening rain?
I am, right now, sitting at my desk and looking across the first level of the parking garage at some idiot with a bandana on his head, rubber dishwashing gloves on his hands and a backpack at his side, doing pushups. Stupid little two inch pushups and looking around to see who's noticing. He obviously can't see me laughing at him.
Oh wait, its not a bandana, I think its his jacket tied up like a turban or something. It looks like he's a street performer demonstrating his love making techniques rather than working out.
He's basically lowering his torso about three inches, barely bending his arms and spends more energy swinging his head around to wonder where his adoring crowd is.
Oops, a cop just rode his bike in, let's see if he's going to get moved along.....Nope, but someone else stopped to talk with him.
He reminds me another street person who was nuts who'd post up in the island between Front Street and Riverfront and hoist rocks up and down while listening to his walkman. Hours and hours of this, I'm sure he was in good shape as he was actually doing something. But this guy's a joke. And probably more than a little nutty.
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