Artist or Vagrant?

The line can be fine

Photo by Adam Dore on Unsplash

We sat on the balcony — me, my husband, and our son, who lives there in Seattle. It had been a warm day and cooling breezes were delicious.

Suddenly there was a man shouting in the street. “We’ve got some wild characters in this neighborhood,” my son informed us.

As the stranger came closer, I could make out some words, “Where you at? Bet you…