This post originally appeared on the fabulous but now defunct Substance.com.
I saw Zack the other day. He was drunk and trying to panhandle, hitting up tourists for cash to buy more beer. It wasn’t working very well because he was so hammered that he couldn’t speak. When you’re a filthy older man, drunk and barely able to stand up, enunciation is a requirement of successful panhandling.
When I first started working at the shelter they gave me Zack to work with. His caseworker was leaving and he needed a new one. I remember her saying over and over, “Oh, you’re going to have fun with him” in a sarcastic manner. Pretty much everyone said something like that. It was like they all knew I had herpes, but I didn’t know it yet.… Read the rest