MrBlowfly

When I hear of beggers I think of third world countries, but here in Australia…oh dear o’dear. I walk down Sydney road, between Victoria street & Albert road and they they are… like seagulls and I think; oh no please not me. Don’t pick me, but alas, I was cursed. The begger with the slurred speech says, ‘excuse me mate, have you got any spare change’?

I kinda feel sorry and then I wonder why am I feeling sorry for a begger who asks for money with white paint on his fingers & lips. Then I get a little angry when he gets on the tram, with a female who looks like his sister and has paint on her finger, and starts asking all the commuters for “spare change”. Then I hear him tell one passenger, ‘Ohhh wadda-ya want me t’ sayyyy’. With no luck, he then sits back and pulls out a spray can from under his jacket, sprays some of it’s contents into a plastic shopping bag and starts inhaling it - I hate myself; I should have bought him a whole pack of spray cans.

Pity there were no undercover police around (notice on the tram says that there are undercover police riding on the trams). By the way, I don’t blame the Tramways for this.