The long-haired bum was dancing around up and down screaming his lungs out. Like he was some kind of rock and roll star on stage for all the passersby to see in wondrous awe. In truth he was making a complete fool of himself. But he didn't realize it. Upturned cap lying on the sidewalk, hoping for some spare change (which never came). When he started strutting himself by taking long steps from one end of the block to the next, that's when the winds came up. Some folks had to jump away at the last moment in order not to get trampled over, seeking cover at the side of the building. Away from the storm. Safe distance from the rock and roll bum.
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