Lord Long Rod
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- Jan 17, 2023
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My usual policy is to not give a shit about homeless people because they are usually derelict drug addict. For some reason, though, last night was different. I do not know exactly why. I stopped by a convenience store on the way home from work to get a drink (a Gatorade, not booze). This skeevy looking black dude who is not good with the English language asked is I had any change. I said "no". In fact, I had no change. But I paid for a couple of drinks with a tenner and had a 5 dollar bill and some change on me when I exited the store. When I exited the store the fucker was now standing against the front of the building and in front of my car parked there. I quickly assessed the danger of the situation. Of course, I carry. If I had to I could put 7 bullets into this guy's head very quickly. However, there was some other person standing there, and I did not get an aggressive vibe from the bum. I walked over to him and told him that I had some change now. I gave him the 5 and the loose change. He said something like "I appreciate ya, hommie", then walked off.
I sat in my car and watched where he went. He immediately walked off after I gave him the money. Right next door there was a Huddle House (a skeevy 24-hr. "diner" like Waffle House), he strode off confidently toward the Huddle House. I sat there to see if that was where he was going. I figured he would just keep walking past the restaurant and go straight to his crack dealer. Believe it or not, he walked straight into the Huddle House. I pray that he bought himself something to eat. It could be that he knew his crack dealer was there, or that the crack dealer worked there. But I hope this is not the case. I drove off having at least a little better feeling toward humanity than I had had a few minutes earlier thinking that maybe my donation, as slight as it way, will actually help the poor bastard.
I sat in my car and watched where he went. He immediately walked off after I gave him the money. Right next door there was a Huddle House (a skeevy 24-hr. "diner" like Waffle House), he strode off confidently toward the Huddle House. I sat there to see if that was where he was going. I figured he would just keep walking past the restaurant and go straight to his crack dealer. Believe it or not, he walked straight into the Huddle House. I pray that he bought himself something to eat. It could be that he knew his crack dealer was there, or that the crack dealer worked there. But I hope this is not the case. I drove off having at least a little better feeling toward humanity than I had had a few minutes earlier thinking that maybe my donation, as slight as it way, will actually help the poor bastard.