On the way home from Ken’s Christmas party

By Christian on December 12th, 2010

I get out of Hannah’s car, and a someone starts talking to me as I walk across the street…

Homeless guy: I know I’m black, but I don’t have a gun.

Me: Ha! Not in this neighborhood you don’t.

HG: Look, I know it’s a cliché, and it’s totally my fault that I’m going to sleep on the street tonight, but…

Me [interrupting]: I don’t have any money to give you, but would you like a beer?

HG: What? Um, yeah.

Me [taking a tasty 22oz Klamath Basin Brewing IPA from my bag that Ken had given me not 10 minutes before]: Here you go.

HG: Woah! That’s a serious beer!

Me: We’re serious people.

HG: Wow, thank you. You’ve really changed my opinion about people around here!

Me: No problem, enjoy!

HG [as we’re walking away, shouts back]: Don’t think that I’m not going to drink this!

Me: You should!

HG: Thank you!

Me: You’re welcome!

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