Trust fund hotties

Thank god for all the little trust fund hotties out yesterday shopping. The panhandeling techniques were perfect, we stood in front of doorways, followed them to their cars, spat at them, yelled profanities, and yes even followed a few to their car or a few blocks on their way home.

We made enough to buy an entire 12 pack of beer and we hung out near the overpass getting drunk. Hard to believe it wasn't even noon yet. After our "lunch break" we continued panhandeling but this time being more confident and assertive. For example, one fellow beer soaked nomad walked right up behind some tiny little college freshman and demanded change. as she turned around to see his grotesque face and his horrid breath less than 6 inches from her. He said she started to cry as she nervously fumbled through her purse.
She gave him a dollar and as we gathered around her car another fellow nomad said, "That all you got?". At that point the tears started to flow and she shoved a $10 bill into my friends hand and begged us not to hurt her and that it was all the money she had. We walked off laughing as the little lady got in her car and as we stood on the corner we could see her sobbing hysterically through her car window. Maybe next time she'll be more compliant and try not to hold out on doing her civic duty to help the poor.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful as we had a young homeless kid doing look out for us and whilst we did nearly have a couple of close calls we had no trouble from the fuzz. That night we had enough money to buy the holy grail of booze (two bottles of Jack Daniels). Some of us are sleeping and some of us are still awake thanks to a booze and meth cocktail that simply must be passed down to other homeless nomads.