As I walk to and from work each day, I pass the same few panhandlers. Several weeks ago, walking to the station, three of them were hitting the same theme: I need your spare change for food. (Apparently that pitch had netted one of them a sizable chunk of change a short while before.) A fellow in his early twenties, dressed like a typical starving college student walked toward them. As he came abreast of the panhandlers, they targeted him with their chorus of "I need you spare change for food, not drugs!" He adjusted the sling of his bike messenger bag, shoved his hands in his pockets, shrugged, and with an embarrassed grin, looked them in the eye and said "Sorry, dudes. I need all my spare change for my coke habit."
I nearly fell over laughing.
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I LOVE working in the city.
Another city anecdote:
I went past a kid with dreadlocks who was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of Mumia Abu-Jamal on the front. Around the picture it said:
"If Mumia Killed a Cop,"
And on the back:
"Why is the killer still free?"
"Why" indeed.
Perhaps it is because the killer ISN'T free. His name is Mumia and he is in jail!!!
I just want a t-shirt that says, "FRY (wesley) COOK!"
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