Living in Hollywood, I see a lot of people asking for money.

Since for some reason, I always seem to be carrying a lot of change, I have historically given 95% of the time. You need a quarter? Here. Whatever. Buy a gumball.

Sometimes I even ask them to tell me a joke. I've gotten some of my best jokes from Steve, the guy who hangs out at the 7-11 near La Brea and Sunset. Another guy that sits outside the 7-11 farther west on Sunset has suggested some good books (he's reading every time I see him ~ thus the convo starter).

Today, a guy asked me for some change. And he had a six-pack.

And not the beer.

And I just looked at him and said,

"Ughhhhh."

And scurried away.

I hope this doesn't make me a bad person. I usually don't carry the stereotype with me that the homeless shouldn't have miraculously sculpted abs. I was just flustered.

Maybe I'm just hoping he's web-surfing while ab-rolling or something right at this second. If so, I'm sorry. :)

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