As I was walking down the Drag today, I noticed a woman far away walking in my direction. She was wearing a cute, short, black dress. When she got closer, I noticed that the dress she was wearing was the same one that I bought just a few months ago. It's a black halter with glittery flowers on it. Pretty, right?

When I became just a few yards away from her, I noticed something else. Something... different.

This woman had a full-grown beard.

She He S-He also was around 60 years old, had a beer gut, and seemed to have made no effort to conceal the fact that s-he was a man.

Ew.

I now fully understand why they call Guadalupe street "the Drag".

[Edit: S e h n E 13: don't talk about my friend Tom like that]