Saw these two on the train last week. They were both barefoot for a start. Grungy from the tips of their unwashed heads to the bottoms of their curly, cracked toenails.
The man took out his ukulele and showed it to a fellow passenger. These two are planning on hitchhiking to Colorado. Godspeed hippies, I hope you can hitchhike to 1967 where you belong. If I could adequately explain how these folks smelled, I would. But my nose hasn't recovered yet.