Dé Máirt, Iúil 21, 2009
A Man Asked Me for A cigarette Here Last Week
I told him I was smoking my last one.  He asked me if he could have half of it and got violently mad when I said no.  It is impossible to smoke in public without getting hit up anywhere in this city.  I myself have gone without food for twelve hours instead of aking strangers for help.  I'm not putting myself on a cross that's just how it is.  There are neighborhoods where I try to explain that my parents don't have a swimming pool and brand new Escalade waiting for me back home and I know that I'm wasting my time.
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