THE HOBO
HANDBOOK: MEMOIRS OF A HOMELESS POET IN NEW YORK
THE COLLEGE KIDS (Continued)
Enough said.
All of us has had the occasion to be confronted with the decision to
give up a portion of our hard-earned money to the street beggar. And many a
sympathetic person has had to wrestle with their consciences, as whether to
appropriate a few shekels to the outstretched hands of these most pitiable souls.
However, I'm going to peel the veneer away from this type of individual, and
expose the truth about the common beggar.
I might have to watch my back on the streets after this.
THE BEGGARS
I reckon fellow drinkers, heading on their merry way to their favorite
watering holes after work, understand what it's like to be thirty and need a
drink or two, once in a while. As well-wishers, who have a few extra bucks to
throw away at their favorite bars, they can afford to drop a couple of lettuce
into this type of beggar's cup.
The rest of the hockey-pucks out there, hoisting cardboard signs about
being hungry, stranded out of town, and what not, ought to get Tony Awards simply
for mastering the art of bullshitting, or MBAs for selling the biggest hoax
ever perpetrated upon hard-working Americans.
Next time you see a homeless beggar, give him a ham sandwich or a bagel
instead, and see what he does with it.
Be sure to check the nearest garbage can later in the day.
(To be continued...)
