A Weighty Loss of Perceptual Acuity

A drooling drunk down on Tulare Street in front of the downtown Fresno Post Office asked me for a dime and plunked it into a parking meter.


After it clicked in, he grabbed the meter fiercely by its pole and begin jumping up and down--shouting, "Hey I losted me like a hunnert pounds...hey be losin' me like a hunnert pounds...!!"