looky looky here, 5-24 Evening Commute

We got a couple of burnt-out grateful dead roadies boarding bus 44 here on market street, the dude seen better days and his chick is all broken down from what looks to be to many gang bangs... And continuing on up the hill to Horora I notice the one n only Birdshit Bill passed out in back, what a sight, his drawers are down and he gots a dog strewn all over himself. And this other cruiser dressed only in 70's basketball shorts n a tank top is getting twitchy in back-slurring out stories of illusions of granduer as he waves a cherry lolli-pop threw the air. If he didn't talk like a clucking chicken I would be able to relate what sort of bnullshit he is spinning... and we continue onward