Pretty much how I looked the whole time riding the lightrail for the first time by myself. And as a member of the local sheriff's office, I knew it was my duty to tell that kid to take his goddam muddy combat boots off these newly upholstered seats - there are signs everywhere, yo - but, like hell I'm talking to any of those street rats.
I was hoping somebody at work would asks what's in the jar so I could be like, "Oh, this? Just my little jar of urine." But, secretly I'm so glad nobody asked.
