One of the "colorful local folks" in my 'hood is this guy whose not quite homeless but not quite all together. He's usually wandering around, giving this loud "mmmm" honk of a sound wherever he goes. Often, he stands outside one of the local flop houses and smokes what I'm sure is "medicinal marijuana." He is, however, completely harmless and not very crazy and as such is usually let in to all the various places in the 'hood.

A few days ago, in the early morning, I was out in the street and as he walked past me, he held up his hand to high five me. It was a pretty cool thing actually, realizing that I'm such part of the local fabric of the neighborhood that the local color was high fiving me on the street. Sometimes it pays to never ever move.