Crack Alley

Some days I just don't know which is worse, walking to work and seeing the drug deals going down in the library parking lot; finding used needles in the bathroom trash; or running the gauntlet of exposed buttcracks that line the public Internet terminals every day.  Why can't these people pull their pants up?  Don't they feel the breeze when other people walk by?  Or are they intentionally displaying the variety of tramp stamps, g-strings, and hairy backsides for some sort of perverse thrill?  Buy a belt people. It's that simple.