sofi![]() π Level: 116 ![]() Posts: 1175/4152 EXP: 17112955 For next: 211138 Since: 02-18-11 Pronouns: she/her From: γγΎγγ£γ‘ζ Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 10 hours |
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Ever since I moved into the city I've been coming across more beggars on the streets than I could ever imagine! And they all seem to like me a lot for some reason, like they tell me I'm beautiful and sweet and it's okay if I don't have any money since I have a nice smile or something. Go figure.
Anyway the other day this guy was like, "Hey, you have a cigarette?" And I was like, "Aw, I'm sorry I don't smoke!" He's all, "Oh, that's okay, you're beautiful. Can you spare a quarter?" I was going to walk off but I stopped and gave him one anyway. And then he says, "My name's Bruce. Let me know if you have any trouble." I know what you're thinking and I think it's awesome too. I mean, shit, now I have a friend on the street named Bruce ready to stab someone I don't like with a switchblade for me at the drop of a hat as thanks for a quarter! I think this is really, really cool but if Chuck Palahniuk's novel Lullaby has proven anything, the temptation can be overwhelming. If I start using my rolls of quarters for panhandlers instead of laundry can I fund my very own sub-poverty army? Can I become the queen of bottom-class Boston hailing from the cultural void of suburban middle-class ennui? Will forming a non-worker's revolt be possible given my petite bourgeoise upbringing? Do you have any stories about people begging for money on the streets? Has your generosity ever earned you friends on the streets? Share your stories! ____________________ βSofi |



























