I'm a bastard... - by Thief13x
jtr7 on 7/3/2008 at 02:46
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I support it on the grounds of Natural Selection. Want to start making drugs, with a high probability of blowing yourself up? Go right ahead.
Haha! Why not?
But not next door to me. Somewhere where the toxic waste won't inconvenience me or anybody I know at all, and my taxes won't fund the drug-bust, or the hospital bills, or the environmental clean-up. And never push it on anybody I know before the self-destruction.
jimjack on 7/3/2008 at 04:31
The title of this thread makes me laugh.
I generally give them money if I'm coming out of a shop. I feel guilty if I don't. You can't spend a dollar on much anyway even if they are amassing it for whatever.
Some old guy propositoned me, an unspeakable act for five dollars :eww:
jtr7 on 7/3/2008 at 04:44
In this town, I might be hit up for money by three people in one parking lot. Sometimes they band together and send one at you while they duck around a corner. Sometimes you can see one person go from person to person and get something more than half the time. Some of these beggars have been found with a wad of cash. Those types don't stick around long, and if other beggars find out that one of "them" has a wad of cash, they jump the person.
Ten years ago, most of the big name stores and restaurants were open 24 hours a day. There was a rapid rise in theft of alcohol, and one by one the stores begin to shut down for four to six hours, with handwritten signs. After a couple of months went by, and the populace adapted to the changes, they also saw the added benefit of being able to keep the buildings cleaner, so they made the store hours permanent, and more businesses closed for the night. The independent janitorial businesses grew.
Now, in the last year-and-a-half, more and more businesses are hiring security agencies to keep the worst of the beggars away from customers and from loitering inside.
Tocky on 7/3/2008 at 05:45
I remember when I was a kid there was this obvious drunk beggar guy but he had a banjo with a tin cup tied to the end of his fret and when you dropped change in he would incorporate the jingle into his song. Oh wait it was a song called Mr. Bo Jangles.
Actually that is entirely true but who would believe some happy ass shit like that? Oxford is a great place. Was. Fucking developers.
