“Excuse me sir, I wonder if you might have some spare change.”
(Looking down and away all kind of shifty-eyed behind his glasses) He continued:
“Somebody was supposed to pick me up but they never showed. I just need some bus fare to get home. I live out on 92nd Street.”
“Didn’t you tell me that same story two weeks ago?”
“I-I don’t think so.”
Memory; that’s the first thing to go. Don’t do drugs kids.