Will Disparage for Food

"Hey lady, I'll finger ya for a sandwich, ya slinky cougar!"

No one knows why he dresses like that, hands tucked into the quintessential fingerless gloves and holding a cardboard sign, naked fuzzy legs jutting out from a wounded, sodden trench coat, feet in filthy Ugg boots that smell like sour milk and the washed up piscine entrails of the riverside. Jerry isn't homeless, not even close, so people just think he's got something wrong in his head, but I don't know. All people spend most of their lives experimenting with veiled, elaborate ways to tell everyone exactly how much they should fuck off.