Lifestyles of the Homeless and Rotund (Stovohobo's challenge).
Donny dropped his avoirdupois down on his stunned opponent’s chest.
“One!â?
slap
â?Two!â?
slap
“Three!â?
slap
Donny turned, confused. A homeless man with a boutonniere in the pocket of his torn white tee shirt had called the fight between swigs from a brown paper bag.
“Ding, ding ding,â? said the homeless man. “Get away from my stuff.â? He gestured toward a shopping cart full of dirty rags, a grocery bag half filled with crushed pop cans, and a makeshift cardboard cowcatcher taped onto the front.
“Placement in the line at the recycling plant is a-competitive,â? said the homeless man. “You need a good spot or else you wont get as much money for the cans. Gotta mow people down sometimes-a.”
“Why don’t you sell your cart, too?” inquired Donny inquisitively.
The homeless man pensievely stared straight ahead, lost in thought.
An old lady started playing show tunes on her gramophone in a nearby window.
Just then a meteor struck the city and destroyed all life on Earth.