All under heaven see beauty as beauty only because they also see ugliness.
He sat against the brick wall next to a dented tin cup. He held a small sign that read Ãƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬ËœGOD BLES YOU' in shaky handwriting. It was a prime spot. Lots of foot traffic.
Others tried to muscle in on his territory, but he always fought them off. Usually, it only took a dirty look. Sometimes, he had to resort to yelling obscenities. Once, he got into a brawl with a woman trying to sell paper flowers. She beat the crap out of him, but left anyway.