There is a man who wanders downtown. I call him Scary Homeless Guy. I wish I knew his name, so I could call him that instead. He is a little scary though. He mumbles to himself all the time and screams the F-bomb from time to time. I bought him an electric blanket. A woman I know laughed hysterically when she heard me tell the story of my midnight run to Wal-Mart because I was afraid Scary Homeless Guy was going to freeze to death. She laughed because he has no outlets. I tried to explain that there are a number of buildings with outdoor outlets in downtown. The explanation was too late. I am officially that girl who bought an electric blanket for the man with no outlets. I leave food for him in his favorite spot to sleep. Why am I even telling this story? Maybe the point will hit me later...
