novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i am hit up for spare change 3.5 times on a daily basis sitting outside the taqueria one block from my house, he stopped as he walked by and asked if he could have some money. after i said no, he put his face as close to mine as his standing position would allow and asked "do you have something against black men?" "no," i said, and laughed. "you've already tried that line on me twice before. and i know you live down the block, in a house, not on the street, and that you don't need eight dollars for an id."
(it's a good line, though, to get money out of the multitude of hastily scared white people that line oakland because it is cheaper than san francisco. a good angle, craftier than the FEEL SORRY FOR ME AND GIVE ME MONEY overused panhandling bible hymn.) "ha, i caught you," i told him. "couldn't remember which white girl you've hit up before? we all look the same to you? i'm your neighbor. i see you every day." he smirked at me and resumed walking away. 6:34 pm - 03.21.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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