Gutter punk: "I don't see any signs. I don't see you sleeping here."
<Gutter punk gets clobbered over the head with a log, and is assaluted by ten thugs, only for them to drive off in a hurry>
Gutter punk: "Yeah, who's still here? This is my park!"
Bottom Line: We are all brown, and the sooner we all figure that all, the better off we'll all be.
North Organized Raza Throughout Eternity.