The Center for Upscale Vagrants

So, I'm at the Transfer Center.  It's really the bus stop, but the city of Flint calls it the "Transfer Center" in a failed attempt to dissuade vagrants from calling it home.  But yeah, I'm at the Transfer Center, looking at this guy.  He is quite possibly the most unusual man I have ever seen.  He is a 5'8" 135 pound redheaded white guy with a chinstrap goatee and teeth that belong to a Pygmy that eats tobacco and Oreos.  He has a ski cap pulled down over his eyes, to make him more thuggish, since his over sized boxer baring dragon emblazoned thug pants weren't sufficient.  But the icing on this Marshall Mathers cake was the coat.  It is a glorious faux fur coat that I believe is made to appear as if it was once the fur of a zebra Yeti.  Oh, and it's a size 3X, so it goes to his knees.  If I didn't think he was packing heat to protect his scrawny ass from the real thugs, I could stare at him for hours.  But since there has already been one fist fight/potential stabbing since I got here, it's probably best I avert my gaze.

The Transfer Center is a fascinating place for me.  I love looking at all the freaks on display, but it's also the place I fear the most.  It's located in the worst part of Flint, Michigan, which has managed to successfully kill 65 of it citizens in a mere 12 months.  It's a new record for us!  I'm fairly sure some of the people of Flint are also proud of this.  I mean, there may not be many paying jobs left here, but at least the murderers are doing their part to contribute to society!  So here I am, a slow fat white girl, surrounded by 300 people, any one of which could be responsible for one of the 65 murders.  My mom did however give me a pink tube of pepper spray for when I'm down here.  But really, is pepper spray going to save me from a bullet?  No.  Then I'd just have a pissed off, temporarily blinded potential murderer to deal with, and that just isn't on my bucket list of things I want to see. 

So instead, I'll find a corner to park my slow, white ass, and watch all the fist fights and Oreo eating zebra yeti Pygmies from afar, and hope I never have to bust out the pepper spray!