Poor Man's Theatre: Nightmare on Pine Street

Sunday evening on the #10 to Capitol Hill I was reminded of a particularly traumatic reoccurring nightmare from my childhood in which a monkey eats his own fingers when a hairy homeless man boarded the bus with bags braceletting his wrists and his eight fingers and two thumbs were nothing more than fat nail-less nubs as long as the first knuckle. This man didn't make sounds or moves like a monkey...instead he hobbled to his seat and then said "beep! beep!" just like a cartoon roadrunner.