I was walking out and he asks me for some change. Telling me he needed gas to get to "tha church" cause he was homeless. nicca had a cadillac that was squeaky clean right next to him. "Homeless? What's that then." I point at his leather interior seats. "Oh, that's my car, I'm livin in mah car." he adjusts his collar, the lies getting to him.
Being the superior white man who has cast aside the paper money in favor of the plastic methods, I squash his dreams of scoring an 8-ball this saturday night by telling him I in fact do not have money, or change.
Sorry PD, you lost.
