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i don't think that i'm still friends with any of the young women whom i've
ever written about in LG...
Whenever I get a new pair of shoes, panhandlers begin approaching me
again, as if I was some rich white boy or something. After about a year of
wear and tear my shoes will have become broken in and feel just right, but
by that time the panhandlers will be looking at me sadly and giving *me*
money.
During one of his late night walks through the city, TM was approached
by a large man.
"Can you spare some change man?", the large man asked.
TM stopped and looked at him uncomfortably. "I don't know if I can do
that", he said. "What if I gave you money and you went and used it for
food or something stupid like that? Then I'd feel taken advantage of. I
don't know if I can reconcile that with myself." The large man looked
startled; TM smiled. "But if you want to accompany me to the corner, I'll
be happy to buy you a vial of crack."
The large man looked startled and then, shaking his head, walked off.
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