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Of course he was from Dallas

I preface this by saying, I heart Montrose, I don't generally have a problem with street people, and I sincerely hope that lower Westheimer never loses its rough edges.

So Graham was DJ-ing yesterday at a tattoo shop for a fundraiser yesterday, and I stopped by to support him. I created a Google Map that can help aid you as I describe my minute of walking from my car to the tattoo shop.

I parked across Westheimer and down a bit, right next to the tattoo shop where Graham and I usually get work done, and I had a small walk to get to the shop where Graham and some of our friends were hanging out. (This part of Houston has quite a number of tattoo shops.) When I got out of the car, I saw this guy standing on the corner across the street right next to the head shop. Lots of people hang out at the head shop, so I didn't pay much attention. Crossing the Westheimer curve without gettting smushed was of more import to me.

Anyhow, when I got across the street, the guy intercepted me. He asked me to stop, and I politely gave him a second to give me his pitch. He showed me some document, and explained that he just got out of jail for a DWI. I expressed sorrow for his plight and joy for his good fortunte to get out. He further explained that someone told him that if he paid $19.50 at the Greyhound, he could get back to Dallas. And could he give me his wedding ring as a token of... I quickly cut him off and explained that I almost never carry cash on me, and this was one such occasion. I wished him good fortune and continued on my way.

As you can see from the map, the journey wasn't very far to my destination, and my new friend accompanyed me, from about five feet behind, the entire way. He told me that I didn't even offer to go to the ATM to get him the cash. He told me that one day, I might be in trouble and need help. He explained that I wasn't a good person.

Strangely, as soon as I got to my friends, he disappeared, neglecting to introduce himself to them. Graham, in particular, would have loved to have discussed street ettiquite with him.

The dj set went well, and it looked like a lot of people came in for the tattoos, so I think that the fundraiser was a success. At least for the Assisther.org people.


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Jan. 24th, 2011 10:03 pm (UTC)
A friend belly-danced at Boondocks fund-raising for the same cause. My only poor experience was the sound man's belief in "too loud"
Jan. 25th, 2011 04:21 pm (UTC)
Ah, the joys of being panhandled. Since I'm small and female, they swarm me.

When I lived in Pittsburgh, I had such a problem with being hit up by people who needed cash to buy food (among other things), that I started making it a habit to always carry two granola bars in my purse or backpack. Whenever someone approached me, I said that I didn't have any cash, but that I hoped that this helped them out while they kept trying to raise the money.

A few people were annoyed, most were surprised, and the one guy who always stood outside the video rental place I used was rather pleased.
Jan. 25th, 2011 07:59 pm (UTC)
I used to do this when I worked downtown and had to wait at bus stops .. along with business cards for a close by outreach center that provides amazing variety in assistance for the homeless ( SEARCH ).

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