Last night while walking down the street downtown, we ran into a very unique character. He was walking in the opposite direction of us, beer in hand, with money pinned on his shirt, and singing a song. The interaction went somethin like this...
Crackhead: Go shawty, its ya birfday!
Me: We gon party like its ya birfday!
Crackhead: Say man, its my birfday, pin a dolla on me.