the weird junk man one block over

There's a weird guy that lives on the next block. You know the type. He's old. He has about 5 cars and a boat on the street. His backyard contains 5 hose reels, the wooden top of a rolltop desk, a stereo, and old tools. He scatters old, white, sandwich bread on the sidewalk for the crows. Today, as I was walking Vegas, I passed him as he was sitting down and tuning his radio into "Friends in Low Places" on K102. There was no stale bread to pull Veg away from, but just as I was about to cross the alley, he called to me in a low, gravelly voice, "Firecrackers for sale." I pretended not to hear. The things freak me out.