The Stylish Crackhead Lives!

I haven't seen my favorite crackehead, Stylish M. Smokescrackalot, in quite some time and I started assuming the obvious - dude is dead. But nooooooooo!!! I was so happy to be walking down an alley on my way to work this morning and to see him passed out in the gutter. (Wait, let me rephrase that. I was happy to see him, not happy to see him passed out in the gutter.) Now, he wasn't wearing the duds I originally fell in love with him for, today he was wearing a camo themed ensemble: camo cargo pants, beige sneakers, beige shirt. But I was so tickled pink I forgave him for the horrible choice of patterns. Still covered in this city's filth (and I imagine quite a bit of his own) but, still lovable. Oh Stylish, how I've missed you!

One question, really though, what's up with this guy's wardrobe? He's clearly a crackhead. He's gotta be homeless. Yet, dude's got style. Maybe he's just really picky at the goodwill or something. Who knows.