December 25, 2011: At
night while Cecile and I sat on the stairs outside a church, this man came up
sitting close next to me requesting money for food. With the size of his eyes, looking as if he
was missing his eyelids, the money was probably going to feed something, just
not his stomach and more like a habit.
The addicts are so creative to get a fix that I read they will sell the
food you buy them, so that they can purchase more drugs.
Since asking nicely for the money didn’t work he decided to
be more aggressive by doing an air punch towards my face saying, “I am going to
phuck you up” making it clear that he wanted money. I was for certain that there were police
officers close and said loudy, “ahhhhh, you want the policia – policia?” Grabbing my arm, it was obvious that he
didn’t want me to go to them, perhaps permenantly banning him from the plaza
where just yesterday my pocket was picked.
Breaking it free, I shuffled Cecile off as I pretended we were going to
get the police.
People can at times be so predicable. It is dogs that are unpredictable.
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