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Finding myself beside the homeless man to whom I had said "No cash, sorry" three times that day, I sat with a book and lemonade in a cash-only cafe.
Finding myself beside the homeless man to whom I had said "No cash, sorry" three times that day, I sat with a book and lemonade in a cash-only cafe.
After he traveled to over 30 countries as a homeless self-proclaimed prophet-of-God, he thought back to when his paranioa was confirmed: back when he caught his wife hiding his medication in his food.
Although drunken ideas rarely come to fruition, we found ourselves on Pearl Street the next morning serving syrupy handfuls of my famous pumpkin spice french toast to the homeless, wandering souls dotting the sidewalks.
I lost my virginity to a homeless punk in the bathroom of a schizophrenic's apartment in NYC while my parents believed that I was having a slumber party.
When I was reading Walden on a park bench, a homeless black man walked past and said "I used to read Thoreau".
As I dropped my spare change into his cup and heard a splash, I was horrified to realize he was not a homeless person begging for money but just a guy on the corner enjoying his coffee.
As I gave him the last 35 cents in my pocket, I realized that the homeless man was now wealthier than I was.