Query: Crackhead Compliments

I'm still rocking the weave and I released my inner ghetto-girl with some cornrows and some corkscrews that I stole off the head of some poor Chinese woman. I'm walking down the street and a bonafide crackhead was like "oooh girl, I like your hair!"

This gave me pause. Can you believe the compliment of a crackhead? Or is it like getting hit on by a homeless man who tells you, you sure do look good...yeah buddy, and so does a free chicken dinner.