He was generally pretty straight forwarded. "I'm a hungry, bro, can you help me out?", "I need to get lit, my man. Help a brother out?", "I wanna check out the peep show next door. Can you spare a buck?" are prime examples. I never gave him money, but he frequently entertained me with his rap. Or at least what I thought was his rap.
One pleasant fall evening, I had gone outside for a smoke. Two doors down, was a "video store". I list it as such because they sell just enough regular videos to be able to sell adult videos and toys, as well as operate video booths under NY law. For those of you that are unfamiliar with the video booth, it basically works like this...you go into a room w/ a chair, a coin or token operated tv and a box of Kleenex. You feed the coin box and watch a porno for a fixed amount of time or until you're...done. Yes, you're initial reaction is/was correct - ewwwwww.
So I was enjoying the fall weather, when the "honest bum" came bursting out of the store, drawing the attention of myself, other bar patrons that were outside smoking and random passers by.
"Can somebody PLEASE give me a dollar!" cried the obviously frustrated, financially challenged, chicken choker.
"Please, I ONLY need a dollar...I'm almost done!!!"
He turned towards the bar and I realized his hand was inside his sweat pants, apparently attempting to keep his boner going.
"I'll be done in like a minute! I'll come back and tell you all about the movie!!! I ONLY need a DOLLAR!!!"
A random chick gave him a dollar to go away. He sprinted back in to the store to finish his business.
He emerged approximately 3 minutes later, seeming much more relaxed.
"I need a cigarette! Can somebody please help me with a cigarette!!!"
You can't make this shit up.