Being a Bum in Seattle

So I was in Seattle this past weekend and anytime you go to a big city you know that you will have some sort of run in with a bum. This trip was no different. We were drunk in downtown, I had a bottle of cheap wine in my hand and an insatiable thirst on my lips. We were outside of an apartment building. A bum was there. "What kind of wine you got?", the bum asked. "This is our wine," someone replied. This sent the bum off on a tirade that only a bum can perform. "I didn't ask if it was yours! What you think I'm gonna take it? I wasn't always like this! And I won't always be like this! Damn Caucasians! Fuck you! But God bless you! Fuck you! But God bless you!" The bum was stumbling away the whole time he was yelling at us. We were pretty speechless. He probably shouted a few other things as well, but I was drunk and the details are hazy. I'd say I was a few sips of wine away from an alcohol induced bum tantrum as well.