His sign says he's not a bad guy -- well, actually it says that he's not a bad girl, but the people know what he means. The question is, do they believe him? With his scraggly beard, his bloodshot, half-closed eyes, his stench and his shake, what evidence do they have? He holds out his cup, empty of coins but full of hope, and waits for someone to take a chance. Where are the risk-takers? Where are the fools?
Maybe I know why he begs on the street. Maybe I'm not a bad girl either. Maybe I just make bad decisions too.
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