in particular the juice of a homeless man.
this juice is of universal flavour, from a black man in africa or a whitey from hte streets of new york, this juice still reeks of a smeltering lost soul caught in the lower end of their respective society. This juice, comprising of sweat, alcohol, piss and other escriments from their degraded shamble they call a home.
wow... that was deep.
now here is a picture of a hobo.
