Day 20: Largesse

This has gotten a lot more difficult in the past couple days. I'm not sure why. In any case, I'm more than halfway through, so I'd feel a total fool if I gave up now.

“Spare a buck?”

It was a continued refrain; every few moments as another pedestrian walked by, none of them looking at him. “Spare a buck? I’m hungry.”

Occasionally someone would see him, but nine times out of ten it would only be a look of revulsion or a stream of vitriol: he would only use the money on drugs and alcohol; if he had worked harder or more this would never have happened. He let his eyes glaze over. It wasn’t worth arguing, they would pass along just like everyone else. Sometimes, rarely, he got a dollar.

“Spare a buck?”