Actually I think that this is the last of the rogues.  If I do run out, I'll make the comprihensive rogues list, but then again I'll probably get a few more next month.

The Rogues Gallery  What would I do with out my rogues?  Probably smile more, but such is life.

    First up some updates.  The Rasta Vagrent was relesed from jail months after slashing a passer by in the face with a box cutter.  Straw Boy was kicked out of a local night club for talking to himself, and also urinating on himself.

The Amazing Androdgo:  It's time for androdgony.  Truth be known, I could not tell you if this is a guy or a chick.  S/he has  a (somewhat) feminie look, but a (somewhat) masculine (abletly, very gay) voice.  S/he comes into my store and buys stuff, then demands a double bag because s/he has a long way to walk.  (Yes, that leaden bread is going to burst right through that plastic bag.)  Though I'm sure with a little effort I could deduce the gender of this "Pat", but I don't think I want to know.

Rambo:  Hey parents, rest assured that this guy is gaurding your kids.  This nut job worked for the company that gaurded the dormitories at Pitt.  Since there are no background checks, the pay is low, and there are no psychological profiles, anyone can be employed be them; including a maniacal, gun obsessed, stalker-esque winner-at-the-game-of-life like Rambo.  He would come into my store with his chick magnet glasses and "I'm so sexy" buzz cut (think "Dilbert" in a milita) to look at the gun magazines and feel up any pictures of Pamela Anderson that he my have found in the tabloids.  He would bother the local police by talking about guns and other wepons endlessly.  As I said to one of the cops once, "One day, he's going to do something and we will be able to say that we knew him.  I don't know if he'll be another Tim McVay, Unibomber, or Ted Bundy, but that toon is going to do something."  I haven't seen hide nor hair of him for months, not that this is a bad thing.

Flower Boy:  The people who sell flowers on the streets of Oakland are real winners at the game of Life.  This special little guy copped an attitude with me a while back.  It seems that some of the people who "work" (yeah right, how about stand around a collect dust) at my store talked about me behind my back, and made mention of my sexuality to him.  Since he is a 'Burgher, by law that you are required to be a racist, anti-Semite, misogynist, and of course my favorite, a homophobe.  He felt the need to make snide comments to me as I passed by.  I ignored him, but my best friend, roommate, and fag hag got pissed off one day and tore him a new asshole.  We unfortunately haven't seen him since.

Flower Man:  Although he isn't around any more, I feel that I must make mention of my first rogue, Flower Man.  My freshman year at Pitt was when I first saw him.  "Flowrths.  Two doollerths." he would call out to the passers by.  I remember it well, after class I would walk by, and he would have the smell of cheap booze and urine about him.  But eventually they took him away, and Oakland was just a little less colorful for the loss.  Yeah, and a little less stinky.