I’m a woman.
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If you say so. There was a totally different guy who, after months of appearing to be a harmless stoner, suddenly snapped and went storming around Oakland, hollering threats at everyone who crossed his path. He disappeared shortly thereafter and was never seen in the university district again.
The thing is, you haven’t seen the other side of these people, because you haven’t said no yet.
Would you go to a pusher and buy their drugs for them? No? But how different is that from giving them money to buy drugs? In either case, you’ve enabled them to do drugs – drugs that are destroying them.
And if they’re merely pathetic, do you ignore them? Repulse their pleas for money? Don’t you feel even a little bit ashamed of being amused by the suffering of others?
It’s different because it is a heck lot less trouble. And like I said, it’s their business they are taking drugs, if they are, and none of mine. At the end of the day, I don’t care about these people.
If they’re merely pathetic, then it’ll be a toss up on whether I’m in a charitable mood. And no, I do not feel ashamed at being amused by the suffering of others.
Cool story there, Rilchiam, I’d like to hear more about it, if you got the time to tell it.
Interesting update to the pregnant lady who needs bus ticket home, by the way. I was out getting dinner, this time with a coat and my hood on. She ran into me again, with the same bus ticket story. Then she saw the face beneath the hood, and sort of froze. I smiled, said, “from yesterday, remember?”, and she just mumbled something quietly and walked away.
Hey Gubernator: Here’s a good idea. Why don’t you go to the bank and draw out all your money and send it to me! You’ll never have a headache again for as long as you live. Really! (what a fish) :rolleyes:
Well, for getting me to give you all my money in my bank account ( a whooping 200 bucks!), you’ll have to do something plenty entertaining. Like maybe dance around naked in traffic and then killing yourself in some spectacular, messy way.
If you deliver, I will pay!
I also like the ones that will approach you in a grocery store parking lot and feed you this sob story about how their alternator died and they’ve almost got enough to get a new one but they are short only $26.17 (or something like that).
I got hit up by the same guy going in and coming out. The second time, I faked a phone call to the cops on my cell phone where he could hear me, and you should have seen him hauling ass out of there. The dust didn’t settle for an hour.
I used to work at a train station, next door to a bus station, in Boston. I got the same “I’m stranded here and my kids are in Arkansas and I just need $45 to get home to them!!” at least once a week, from the same woman in a tweed jacket, for at least a year. Sometimes I would give her a dollar or two, sometimes I would just say I didn’t have any cash on me.
Somehow it still seemed more original than the bums who would just walk around jangling a cup of change.
“I’m walking down the street in New York, and this homeless guy comes up to me and yells, ‘Give me a dollar!’ And I didn’t feel like it, so he goes, ‘Bitch! I got x-ray vision! I know you got a dollar and niiiiiiiiice titties!’
" ‘…Here’s a dollar. Thanks.’”