So I was again in Jersey City. Which is really starting to piss me off how much time I spend in that damned hell hole of a city. But anyway I was outside of a dunkin doughnuts smoking a cigarette while the female I was with was inside getting her usual fix of coffee.
While smoking and pacing back and fourth in my usual "Deep in thought" manner I was approached by a homeless black woman. She was old I would say in her mid 40s but then again being homeless makes you look older it is a hard life or so my T.V. would tell me. Now the first thing I was noticed were her eyes. They were very yellow which meant she was dying of some sort of Liver ailment. This freaked me out and made me take a few steps backs in my usual "Smile and nod nicely while I slowly creep backwards."
She began telling me a story about how she was hadn't eaten in days and felt so sick and hungry and nobody would help her. Then she made the mistake of asking for money so she could "survive". This is were I lost it. My nice calm expression turned into one of "Why are you still alive you damn vagrant?!"
She then said can you please help me just get something to eat. Of course in jumbled up half broken English that even even someone living in Alabama would rage at the very butchery of our language. But then the wind blew very nicely in my face and my mood swung and I felt compassion for a second. I promptly put on my hood and set myself to trounce on this woman. I am a Republican I cannot support failure.
I refused to give her any of my hard earned cash. So I gave her a cigarette. Making sure to keep a reasonable enough distance so I don't get the plague. She said "That's all you can do? You dressed nice and all you can do is give me a cigarette?"
I said "Yes that should curb your hunger for awhile until you find food."
She said "Well thanks anyway, this is alright, God bless." Pff If I were in her position I would have at that point sold my soul to devil to cure my illness, give me a home, and a cheeseburger or hell anyone one of those.
My lady friend came out and came up to me and asked "What was she talking to you about?"
"She asked for a ciggerate"
"You gave her one?"
"Yeah I did"
"That's good, you know you really kind sometimes"
"I know."
today I find out that the day after that day the homeless woman went to a shelter and died. From another homeless person. Who was actually asking me for a smoke this time. He said he had a friend around here who died yesterday at the shelter she had hepatitis. I asked him for physical details and he was spot on with her. I didn't fell bad but I felt good knowing that at least in her last days somebody (me) was nice enough to give her a nicotine fix.
This raises the question...Why do homeless people always bother me asking for stuff while I'm smoking?!
While smoking and pacing back and fourth in my usual "Deep in thought" manner I was approached by a homeless black woman. She was old I would say in her mid 40s but then again being homeless makes you look older it is a hard life or so my T.V. would tell me. Now the first thing I was noticed were her eyes. They were very yellow which meant she was dying of some sort of Liver ailment. This freaked me out and made me take a few steps backs in my usual "Smile and nod nicely while I slowly creep backwards."
She began telling me a story about how she was hadn't eaten in days and felt so sick and hungry and nobody would help her. Then she made the mistake of asking for money so she could "survive". This is were I lost it. My nice calm expression turned into one of "Why are you still alive you damn vagrant?!"
She then said can you please help me just get something to eat. Of course in jumbled up half broken English that even even someone living in Alabama would rage at the very butchery of our language. But then the wind blew very nicely in my face and my mood swung and I felt compassion for a second. I promptly put on my hood and set myself to trounce on this woman. I am a Republican I cannot support failure.
I refused to give her any of my hard earned cash. So I gave her a cigarette. Making sure to keep a reasonable enough distance so I don't get the plague. She said "That's all you can do? You dressed nice and all you can do is give me a cigarette?"
I said "Yes that should curb your hunger for awhile until you find food."
She said "Well thanks anyway, this is alright, God bless." Pff If I were in her position I would have at that point sold my soul to devil to cure my illness, give me a home, and a cheeseburger or hell anyone one of those.
My lady friend came out and came up to me and asked "What was she talking to you about?"
"She asked for a ciggerate"
"You gave her one?"
"Yeah I did"
"That's good, you know you really kind sometimes"
"I know."
today I find out that the day after that day the homeless woman went to a shelter and died. From another homeless person. Who was actually asking me for a smoke this time. He said he had a friend around here who died yesterday at the shelter she had hepatitis. I asked him for physical details and he was spot on with her. I didn't fell bad but I felt good knowing that at least in her last days somebody (me) was nice enough to give her a nicotine fix.
This raises the question...Why do homeless people always bother me asking for stuff while I'm smoking?!
