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a crusty gutter-punk in Austin (asstown) TX once asked me for change back in 1999. I was with a friend of mine and reached into my pocket for the fresh amount. I handed him a dollar bill (at the time I was earning about $7.25/hr as a file clerk and money was TIGHT) and the fucker proceeded to grab it, look at it, and them look at me and asks, "Come on man, can you give me $5?"
I grabbed the fucking dollar back while telling him to go fuck himself, and he got very agitated (like a lot of entitled trust fund runaways in Asstown) and started ranting about something.
My friend pulled me away as the guy pulled out a knife. I kept saying "I'll kick your stank gutter ass, motherfucker!" because I had not seen the knife, but luckily he had his gutter woman and their gutter baby with them so he didn't chase us.
True story.
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