Bullies, Chicago, Homeless, Humor, Mockery, Street Corner, Streets, Unexpected, Wit
For a brief period of my life (in the early 90s), I lived on the south side of Chicago. It was an interesting experience, to say the least.
I remember one day seeing a couple young men laughing at one of the local homeless guys. This particular individual was always stoned or drunk, or both. Often, when he approached me, he couldn’t even put the words together to ask for change; he just held his hand out. He was often in bad shape. At least once, I found him passed out on the street, with his own piss flowing out over the curb. This time at least he was up and moving with some purpose as he walked by the young men, both of whom were well dressed.
Laughing, one of the young men shouted back at him; “Hey do you remember me?”
“Really? Who am I?’
I’m not sure this particular individual knew he won that exchange, but the two men mocking him sure did.