So for those of you who aren't really familiar with where I work, I work in a neighborhood classified as the Gayborhood in Philadelphia. It's really not a bad place. I think my particular intersection is the crossroads of freaks, trannies, and other interesting sights. More about that another time. Lets just say that I have probably seen more ambiguous trannies in one year than most people see in three lifetimes. Always an adventure. Today's photo from my office window depicts a man who happens to be down on his luck, (not sure if you can read the sign in the picture) but he's celebrating his 22nd birthday, and he's just looking for a decent meal and some clean clothes. He's got nothing. Would it be so wrong if I bought him a mylar ballon saying happy birthday? Just imagine the sad photo it would make. Funny in a sick way.
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ReplyDeleteI think he is older than 22 & I bet on Monday it's going to be his birthday again - so you can buy the balloon then :)
ReplyDeleteBuy him lunch and give the benefit of the doubt. Everyone has a birthday once a year. The balloon idea is just to create a photo op at his expense. Not classy, bro.
ReplyDeleteI never said I was classy... You are right though, I should be. It might have really made his day though.
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