
Of course, in the Plus 15, the walkways are literally a second home for lawyers and CEO's and System Administrators. The Plus 15 is where the upper and middle class of society gather so that they do not have to walk the streets below. A perfect getaway from panhandlers and the homeless asking for cigarettes.
I saw him for a brief moment and then continued on my thinking as to what my plans were for that evening. I hadn't approached him yet, but knew that when I did he'd probably ask for some spare change, and I would do what I usually do; pretend to be in deep thought and look as if I hadn't heard him. Step by step we inched closer as I prepared myself for the moment I would ignore, and as I anticipated his begging upon our initial approachment; the body odor of complete hopelessness pushed me aside. After our passing, it was all I could think about.
This happened months ago.
I passed him again yesterday, wearing the same clothes, swaggering the same swagger. The smell of weeks old b.o. isn't as present as it first was ... but nevertheless his demeanor of dispair is still clearly there.
And one thing I had notice from our first initial meeting, and one thing that continues to this day when I pass him in the halls is that he doesn't ask for anything.
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