from my window

from my window, i see a mexican man on a bike throwing rocks at a  tranny prostitute. she cries,she falls. other men walk past and stare(i'm sure if she'd been a real woman they would have joined in). she gets up and runs in the middle of the street weaving through the cars while he follows. it's the middle of the day and I wonder how she will save herself. i guess that's the first lesson a woman should learn: how to stay safe around "men".