I was in the MC until 5:30AM working on assignments.

As I walked home, a disheveled man asked if I could assist him. He said he was from Clinton, and he was visiting town and his backpack was stolen. He said he had been to the police station and some religious place but he couldn’t get help to get back home, and he wondered if I could assist him by providing him with some money.

I told him no.

This was a lie.

If you think I am being cruel, you should be aware that he was lying. I was approached by the exact same panhandler with the exact same story (actually, he needed to return to Clinton because his son was home alone) over a year ago when I was working for the tax prep agency in downtown Kitchener. He had longer hair this time around, and was less bundled because it is summer (last time I saw him, it was January).

Last time, I gave him some money. I wonder what he did with it, because I see he is still in the same state as he always has been.