Life of a Swashbuckler

Ypsi nights
I tried to crack the window open as I slowed down and locked the door, cursing the automatic computer for rolling it too far. "Could you spare some money for food sir, to help a homeless man out? I swear to god it's for food." I popped my ash tray open and felt through my gloves for a fistfull of change and handed it to him, hand on the wheel and foot on the accelerator. "This is all I've got," I lied.

He listed off a selection at the local Abe's coney island and it's cost, a premium 8.65, and whether I could hit an ATM for more. this time I told him the truth, no Debit card, good luck. The man took the change, nodded, and stepped back. I left.

You can feed yourself for far less than 8.75 in ypsi. Thats what I told myself. If you want that much you're either picky or you're a liar.

I remembered my dinner in the back seat when I got home. I just kinda staired at the steam through the plastic. I could have given him that. Yeah, I have to eat too, but I have enough to share and a burger and fries won't contibute to an addiction.

I decided to find him, and I did. His gait was awkward and stiff, urgent. I refused to give up my security, so I simply pulled the car up and waited. He took two looks at me and headed down an alley between some houses. I blew the horn, but he was gone.

A moment later, a young woman appeared at my window, wondering why I'd called her. She hung there timmidly as I opened the window and explained to her what I'd been doing. All she said was "Oh," before she too disapeaared the same way the man had gone.

On the way home, I stopped to help a man with a truck transporting cars who seemed to have car trouble, but as I pulled up, the lights on one of the cars lit up. I wasn't even aware the transporter had access to the cars he moved. Unerved, I left. Looking back now, I remember seeing a car dealership nearby. Perhaps he was simply delivering.

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