Don't forget the socks

"Three things a man needed: faith, practice and luck."
~Charles Bukowski
Hollywood

Sitting on the North Avenue Bus Platform. A man walks in out of the rain through the Ponce De Leon entrance. He is wearing about a half a dozen different coats of varying sizes and colors. He is carrying two large GAP bags in each hands and singing about how he's gonna love someone, all night long off key. He approaches an old cowboy dude in a wheelchair next to me.
"Hey cowboy!" He barks "You need some socks. I got socks for sale. Two pairs for a dollar, won't find a better deal."
The wheelchair cowboy strokes his gray and blond beard thoughtfully for a second, weighing options and the man before him.
"Well brother lemme tell ya somethin'" Wheelchair Cowboy drawls "I just got me two new pairs of socks. Courtesty of Fulton County Jail." The salesman nods at this, puts down one of the bags and extends his hand. He and the Wheelchair Cowboy exchange some kind of complicated high five. The salesman picks up his bags and keeps walking, singing about how he's got a love like no other. The Wheelchair Cowboy lights up a cheap cigar and blows a puff of smoke into the rain. Well Bukowski, I guess you can add two pairs of socks to that list of things
'a man needed'.