Anything Goes On These Streets

I will start with Saturday as I was walking up 7th Ave shopping on my first day off from work this year, I passed by a man. He was tall, good-looking, very fit, with a Marine Corps hair cut, wearing trendy, casual jeans and shirt. A man that might make you look twice, but not because he was so good-looking, but because when I looked at his face, I noticed he was a “woman”. There was a distinct line of tan covering his face from the heavy make-up, painted on eye brows and heavy, shiny eye shadow, with bright red lipstick and lip liner and heavy blush. He was a man in every way physically, but clearly becoming a woman. He strolled into Starbucks as though he wasn’t a pink elephant in the room, and as though this was normal.
This shocked me for about 20 seconds, until I passed 3 men walking down the street openly smoking marijuana, and I proceeded to get a contact high.