everyone needs pants

there is this guy I see around work every

day.

his hair is shabby, but

his beard changes every once in a while.

his white shirt from two months ago is

stained brown like an old piece of

parchment,

burnt at the edges by sweat and sun.

his pants are loose from the street and he is going gray.

it never gets very cold in California, but we

have nights

when it drops down to forty degrees

or less.

it was morning

and I saw him walking

and I 

pulled over and took an

old jacket

that I keep 

for emergencies.

I handed it to him and smiled. "keep warm," I said.

"WHAT'S FOR THE COCK?" he shouted.

I replied, "I suppose it could be for the

cock.

I don't care, man.

it's yours."

"BALLS AND JESUS CUM STAINS FUCK PANTS!"

"you're welcome," I said, "and I'll see what I can do about the pants."

"KNOB JOCKEY!"

"brother, you have a good day too," I answered.

I felt good about myself and what I

had done. now I had some pants to look for.