Falko
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Mar 20, 2005
- Location
- Winston-Salem
One Christmas Eve a few years back I was headed into the First St. Draught House for a beer. There is always some contingent of homeless or beggars around since it is near the hospital. A dude came up and asked for money; my response was "no, but I'll buy you a beer" I think that is homeless reverse psychology or something.
Anyway, I bought a few pints and as the bartender was setting them down he recognized this guy as a local vagrant and told him to leave. Said vagrant picks up one of the pints and walks out and across the street drinking his Christmas beer. Zero fucks to be seen anywhere near that guy, and for a moment I was jealous of a carefree life while the bartender bitched me out.
Anyway, I bought a few pints and as the bartender was setting them down he recognized this guy as a local vagrant and told him to leave. Said vagrant picks up one of the pints and walks out and across the street drinking his Christmas beer. Zero fucks to be seen anywhere near that guy, and for a moment I was jealous of a carefree life while the bartender bitched me out.