Someone is knocking on the windshield

A sharp rap on the windshield woke Rick from a dream of twelve beautiful women having their way with him.

He opened his eyes to see Babs O'Neil, one of the apartment complex's office staff, getting ready to bang her keys on his windshield again. Babs was barely five feet tall, had a pair of tits that definitely belonged to someone much bigger, and had some sort of Eurasian ethnicity that had always kept Rick enthralled. Or maybe it wasn't the ethnicity, maybe it was just the tits. Either way, he'd always been interested and she'd never responded.

He tried a smile but Babs reared away from him as if he'd threatened her. "Hey Babs," he said. "What's going on?"

She cocked her head at him as if she couldn't hear so he rolled down his driver-side window. "Everything okay, Babs."

"This parking space is for residents only. If you don't move, I'll have to call the police."

Plano Police weren't known for their sympathies for the homeless. In fact, the city's official position seemed to be to throw anyone found homeless into a squad car and drive them to south Dallas where they'd be dumped off. That had never really bothered Rick before... after all, he hadn't been homeless and who likes having to navigate around campgrounds set up on the sidewalk? Then again, he'd always assumed that the homeless were lazy slobs who couldn't be bothered finding a job. Now, he wasn't so sure.

"It's me, Babs. Rick Peters."

"I recognize you, Rick. I also recognize that you are no longer a registered resident."