Northbound,6-3-10, bus 358, evening commute

After just being accosted by the vagrants camping out in the green area behind the 358 stop on N 45th St, I was rather surprised to board an un-jacked coach, but.. as we travel north-the ugly face of drunken destituted squalor could rear its presence at anytime, and with that thought... this toothless drunk bag in back starts skawking like a wounde seagull, and believe me.. her dialect is only decipherable to the birds...