Who's got the Mullet?

Traci blew up on Joe for some reason that we all forgot while we were waiting for our Chinese food to come. It was past midnight on New Year's. I told Joe that I didn't care what she was angry about and chowed my fried dumplings. Wasn't really up for the small talk, paid and left saying I'd be outside. I found Traci chilling with the homeless, so I joined in the party. Soon Joe came out and left and returned throughout the next few hours; he doesn't know a good party from his butt. We bought a bunch of beer and drank with the bums. Then we bought a pack of smokes, and smoked with the hobos. And then we bought them some food and some soju. During that time, some guy kept coming over and acting a little angry, but kept giving us cigarettes, and even one or two to the bums. Yes we smoked a bunch of coffin nails, but when the kindly vagrants were burning plastic bottles and anything else that drifted their way, I think a little tar was the least of our worries. I guess these transients were an eyesore or a parking nuisance or something intolerable and we were half the reason they continued to peacefully burn there garbage. At one point the man asked if we had a room in the area; he suspected us of being homeless too. I think I may have answered him rudely.