I don't expect I'll quit confronting crap in the neighborhood anytime soon.
Johnny, as you know, I hide easily in public because I’m just a little old lady who couldn’t have anything and besides, she looks and talks like she’s a little addled and doesn’t know jack about anything. Leave the old lady to die on her own. Move on, nothing to see here. In an emergency, I won’t be seen, anyway but if I am, no one will take note. But if someone sees me, I will ask for a can of soup or piece of bread because I’m old and hungry.