I like the subtle transition from philosophical RV vagabond to drunken street walker. I live in Richmond, VA and go to VCU which is a small Fine Arts/ Medical School, which in itself is quite the clash of society. Add that to the fact the city itself was once the capital of south during the Civil War and is almost divided evenly between blacks and whites and the result is a city bursting with history, beauty, culture and of course many homeless people. Interestingly enough, the many homeless people (and there are MANY) are usually young white kids traveling via freight trains through the country. It has become part of my daily routine to be asked for spare change. One day in particular I was walking with my girlfriend when I was approached by a man who I overheard talking to his buddy about how he sold sandwiches to other homeless ppl in exchange for booze. He asked me for change and when I said no, he asked me to walk inside 7-11 to buy him a sandwich using my debit card. What?? On the other hand, one day i was waiting in line to purchase my daily dose of Arizona blueberry when the guy in front of me trying to buy a 40 put all his change on the counter only to be refused b/c he was 1o cents too short. He walked out of the store with his head down. After I payed I ran after him and gave him a cpl bucks. I don't know, it just felt like the right thing to do. The moral of the story?? hmmm...honesty pays? perhaps a bit too cliche.
PC