if a pan-handling hippie on main street asks me if i had any money for a beer, that's one thing.
maybe if i didn't see them inside drinking beers, and smelling the bar up with their Patchouli oil earlier i would've considered it for a second...
then i remembered i have no cash on me, in fact, my friend bought the only drink i had tonight...so i politely said sorry and told them i didn't even have money for my own beer.
"whatever liar," instead of the nice tone they put on when first approaching me.

fuck off, get a job just like the rest of us and make you're own money.
i get so irked by that bullshit, really.

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