He was at the corner when he spotted Judas' walk of shame and raised a hand in the sweltering heat. Leather pants, it turned out, was the worst choice to make when trying to find something to wear in a pile that wasn't his. He hoped that, until he could return these to their owner, his own would suffice. If his own were still there.

He had had too much to drink the night before. He didn't like the idea of blacking out over it though.

"I did find my other shoe," he said, sweating already.