beach

So I’m walking down the beach today and a homeless guy comes up to me and says, “Hey, you need some change.” Of course I’m perplexed. From my years in the city I’ve learned to deal with panhandlers the old fashioned way, you mostly ignore them. But this was the first time one has asked me if I needed any spare change. I just kinda looked at him and said the only thing I could think of, “uhhhh no.” This bearded, yet clean looking homeless gentleman says, “Well your jeans are pretty beat up, full of holes, I thought maybe you needed a new pair.” I just sorta smirked. “Hey, are you homeless,” he quipped as I passed. I responded in the only way I could think of. “Aren’t we all, aren’t we all.”