Sleepy Prostitutes

I got home yesterday around quarter to 5. Parked the car across the street, grabbed my shit in the car, walked across the street, got to my steps and had to stop there. Why? Because apparently I'm more in the ghetto that i previously thought. There, fast asleep on my front steps, was what could only be A) a hooker or B) a crackhead or C) all of the above. So i'm standing there, and she's not waking up. But she's alive because she's breathing. So i say "exuse me" and she grunts, looks up at me and turns over. She doesn't get up, she turns over in her sleep and leaves enough space for me to get by. So i left her there, i figure let Chubby Chaser handle this when he gets home. But man... how fucked up do you have to be to just be like "i'm so tired i'm gonna take a nap right fucking here." and just drop everything and sleep. I can't do that, shit i can hardly sleep over at people's homes that i know, no way would i ever be walking down the street and say "well this looks like as good a place as any ZZZZZzZzzZZzzzZZ" nope wouldn't happen.