They called him "The Juice," because he was so tall and always wore this bright red coat, so it made him look like a big blood clot. I remember, in our neighbourhood, he was one of the cool ones, always hangin' out on the corner, just waitin' on the man.
"Hey, Juice," I would say. He would never answer. Later, I found he was just a coat stand, with this big red coat drapped around it, made it look like a big blood clot.
I still called it "The Juice," though...