Nice guy

The other day I went to get a tattoo drawn out and estimated, but throughout the day I had some weird interactions. I've never had a tattoo before so I figured I'd go down with one of my friends that has already had work done. She friend was supposed to come pick me up around 11:30, but came a good two or three hours late. Which I'm quiet thankful for because it let me meet a couple peculiar people. Actually peculiar is a rude way of saying it, quirky is more accurate. Considering the stuff I do I'm really not allowed to call anyone "peculiar". But anyways, it all started down by coffee culture uptown when I was just hanging out waiting for my friend. I remember looking behind myself and seeing a big man lumbering towards me. I could tell he was homeless, but I don't care about that crap. Homeless people always have cool experiences to share. I also had a feeling he was going to ask me for a cigarette. Sure enough that happened, I gave him one and expected him to go on his way, but he didn't. He lit it up right beside me and started asking me questions about myself. I wasn't too taken aback. And I had already been waiting for like an hour so I figured what the hell. It was cool, he started asking me about what I was doing for school, I'm not sure why, but I said I was in university. I wasn't planing on lying, but somehow it happened... Really it just slipped out, I was going to correct myself, but by then this man had already taken off! he just started talking and talking, which I didn't mind being the chatty son of a beautiful woman that I am. He ended up leaving shortly after that, and having absolutely nothing to do I bought the first comic book of my life. (I've always been more of a real book rather than comic book kinda guy.) 

You'd think that would be the end of it all, but no... He was back. I was perusing through my comic book, Captain Canuck, when out of no where this massive man just rolled up on me... "Eyy buddy you think I could grab another smoke?" I did a little jump, but of course it's just a smoke and I had no problem hooking him up again. We got to talking and I realized just how nice of a guy this man was. It made me sad that such happy and nice people can be put into such terrible situations. He asked why I had been uptown all day just wandering around, I told him how I was waiting for a ride to Berlin tattoo and he started telling me that it's the best tattoo place in town. He started saying how the place was very clean and safe which led to me joking about how cleanliness is important or you might get hepatitis or something while getting a tattoo done. He took on a more serious tone of voice and started asking about whether I was into drugs, drinking, all that stuff. I replied that I might partake in the more than occasional hand rolled "cigarette" and beer. But that was about the extent of my substance abuse, he told me to shape my shit up and wait until I was done with school to do those sorts of things. It actually clicked hearing that, because he must have done something to end up in his situation. I don't mean that as an insult, but i'm doubtful he wanted to be homeless at any point in his eyes. Most people don't wish for that. It hit 1 o'clock and he needed to go meet his friend at the library. But before that he needed to use a phone, and I like to help people when I can so I let him use mine. And just like anyone else that uses my phone when he was done with it I got it right back, he was another man just like any other... to be honest he was better than most people. Everyone is in such a hurry that they won't even talk to a homeless man for an hour, or their too distrusting to allow a stranger to use their cellphone. This guy was honorable and kind. I wish that one day I can help people put into terrible positions, regardless of whether it's their fault or not... Humans should help humans