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After living in the heart of New York City for a mere two days, I have discovered an interesting fact. There is such a thing as "rich hobos."
This man was in the most disgustingly filthied, caked, and scraggly clothing, begging me for change to use the bus. So I give him a few quarters because he was just that invasive to my personal space. He left, and I went to get my lunch. The end.
Then I go back the same way after consuming the worst sushi I have ever tasted, and I catch a glimpse of this man again. Entering the driver's seat of black 2007 Mercedes. We exchanged glances for a moment, he broke the staring contest by giving me a smirk, and sped off, blasting the most obnoxiously loud rap music as he ran through a red light.
My trust in people has dwindled some since this happened.
This man was in the most disgustingly filthied, caked, and scraggly clothing, begging me for change to use the bus. So I give him a few quarters because he was just that invasive to my personal space. He left, and I went to get my lunch. The end.
Then I go back the same way after consuming the worst sushi I have ever tasted, and I catch a glimpse of this man again. Entering the driver's seat of black 2007 Mercedes. We exchanged glances for a moment, he broke the staring contest by giving me a smirk, and sped off, blasting the most obnoxiously loud rap music as he ran through a red light.
My trust in people has dwindled some since this happened.