Saturday morning, I'm naked, my son's not home, I got shit to do, I'm running around getting ready for work, cooking bacon, shaving my head, cleaning barf out of my mop and bucket from when my son threw-up the day before and work had called me in early. I'm making sure my oatmeal isn't burning. I lean out to my balcony, set my mop where it can dry, and catch eyes with a big toothy grin at the stoplight below. Remember: my tits are hanging out. The man nods me a Wassup? I smile, nod back, Wassup? The light changes, he drives off with a great story, and I go inside, thrilled. Being seen didn't bother me. Three years ago, I would have freaked. Now? I should have winked.

- Vicious