Erica explains:
This guy just rainbowed an empty wine bottle into a trash can. I want to buy him a soccer ball.
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14 Responses to “Who needs a soccer ball when you can just get your game on with an empty wine bottle?”
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Who needs enemies when you have the voices in your head to fight with?
that’s rather remarkable!
Pretty sure I’ve seen this guy trying (and failing) at kicking an Arizona can into the trashcan in front of Beauty Bar for about half an hour. Nice to see all that hard work paid off!
Must be part of the 18th St. Wino gang.
That guy is typically just outside Beauty Bar practicing that move. I’ve seen him nail it a few times.
Seen the same
I always thought that guy was just some angry dude outside Beauty Bar. Now I realize what he is trying to achieve and all the frustration it must cause to get maneuver that down!
He’s all about litter pickup…A soccer ball is not his game.
Cat is barking mad and can get violent witchu.
Annoying, repetitive noise + frequent recurrence = Cranky Old Mission Guy comment.
That guy is crazy, but I’ve never seen any evidence that he would be violent toward a human being. But he *hates* litter being left on the sidewalk, and will kick the crap out trash left by the curb. He is pretty proficient at the kick-flip to the garbage can move. As schizophrenics go, he’s not so bad – provides a free, if inefficient, clean-up service to the Mission & 19th Street area.
BOBO! He’s a funny guy.
Fuck this guy…. Seems like sometimes he’s a little more ‘off’ than others. Wearing a pink sequined half-shirt and make-up, yelling obscenities, etc.
And trust me when he’s trying to flip a can into the trash for like an hour within earshot of my window, it gets real annoying real fast.
again, fuck this guy
my friends and i call him flutes mcgee. his outfits are pretty amazing and he does clean up a bunch of litter outside of my apartment. i find him pretty harmless and kinda feel bad for him, sometimes i buy him a burrito.
but earlier this week, around 3am, he was screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs nonstop for about an hour, which was impossible to sleep to.