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There's a lot of thing in the subway that annoy me more than the homeless.
There's those motherfuckers standing at 125th(4-5-6) street station, holding a bible, yelling at everyone about some dude in the sky who loves us all, and telling us that sinners will be punished. There's those same people doing it in a crowded car, when really, who gives a flying fuck?? Stop yelling, if we really care we'll go to church on our own time.
There's the scientologists, often in the same station, without the word scientology anywhere, testing your souls with e-meters, and giving you brochures to lure you in their trap.
The people I like the most are the drummers, guitarrists, and showmen of the streets. There's this drummer, I think he goes by the name of the street king. Black, very muscular, plays on buckets. I don't care if he needs the money or not to survive. He has a smile on his face, he's nice to everyone around, and he's working hard for his money and sweating. I give him money every time if I have it.
Some homeless people I've taken the time to stop and talk with them for a while, and I've met some really good people. If I have half a bagel, and somebody asks me for food, I'll give it to them, because probably do need it more than me. Even if I'm definitely not rich, I can still make something to munch on once I get home. The equivalent for him/her would be to look in a garbage bin, and there's no such thing as home.
You gotta watch out though. The metro north station at 125th has people with the same story come up to you. They just got out of prison, and need to eat, or need to get a job. I've also seen "homeless" people fake injuries, and limps. They get really good at it.
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