Where do I freakin' start?
Let me start by saying I have no idea what this picture is all about. Yes, I did take the photo, and yes this gentleman did tell me the entire crazy train-ridin' hobo story involving said pants, the cardboard box he's standing in, his mohawk weilding girlfriend, (whom I also met) and all four of them trying desperately to get to San Jose... and still I have no earthly idea what he was talking about.
I would love to have stayed and gleaned some meaning from talking with him further, unfortunately I was fixated on the burrito I purchased only seconds before and steps away from his brotherhood of the travelling fart pants. In all fairness, he was a really really nice guy and was going to let me take his picture regardless of whether or not I had money to give me. I guess its about the message... not the messenger.
God Bless you Hollywood