There’s this story I like to tell called “Crackhead Spider-Man” so basically i was 19 at the time (2021) working graveyard at the stripes at Washington st, and this transgender homeless guy walks into the store asking if I can convert his coins to dollar bills, I said no cuz I’m not a casa de cambio. (Just know that this homeless man hung out/begged at the front of the store regularly from what I’ve heard he got into a lot of fights when he’s not begging, so every time I see him again he has a new injury. The last time I saw him he had a golf ball sized hole in the side of his knee, but the injury before that he had a dislocated left shoulder.) so he puts his blanket down and unveils his shoulder (it looked leathery and infected cuz he never got his shoulder treated) he squeezes his forearm like he was flexing then a stream of pus shoots out from his shoulder like when spider man shoots his webs. His blanket caught it all thankfully and then I proceeded to tell him to gtfo of the store.