“Thank you for not spitting on me and calling me a nigger.”
I blinked. “Why the hell would I do that?”
“Plenty of folks take it upon themselves. Probably because I'm homeless.”
“Well, fuck that.” We live in an ATM world, so I handed him a twenty. “Thanks again, and please: go do something that makes you feel good,” I tell him, echoing the words of the friend who'd bought me the ticket to the G-Love show: please, go do something that you think is fun.
( And yes, the G-Love show is definitely fun... )