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23 March 2005 - 12:02 I was asked by a homeless girl last night, as I walked past her, if I wanted a blow job. There was that moment where sound connected with brain, was translated into words and finally allowed for impact that I stopped and looked back at her, sitting in a door way. She was haggard - older than I had at first thought, and she looked up at me with hollow, hungry eyes. She asked me again. "Do you want a blow job?" No smile. No hint of humour. She actually meant it. I shook my head and said "no thanks" and walked briskly away. All of the above happened in approximately 10 seconds, but seemed to take an eternity - like a pause in the time continuum. (Whatever the bollocks that means). I was on my way to Burger King, for my post-pool league Jr. Whopper and began to feel horribly guilty. Like REALLY bad. I was hungry, sure. But I had enough money in my pocket to get a burger. Hell - I could get two burgers if I wanted to. I was NOWHERE close to asking people if they wanted oral pleasure so that I could get a meal. (I may, of course, be making HUGE assumptions here, but I don't think so). Hell. I could get two burgers if I wanted to. So I did. With onions rings and a coke. And had them bagged seperately. And walked back to the girl. As I gave one of the bags to her, she looked up at me and smiled. And the haggard lines turned into smile lines. And she looked younger for just a second. I didn't even wait for a 'thanks' - not that I was waiting for one... that wasn't the point. I just turned and walked away... I did turn back a few strides later to see her plowing into that burger... I hope she didn't actually have to follow through with her requests last night... I feel horrible that I don't do more. On a daily basis.
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