I was walking on Santee Street in Columbia leaving Monterrey Jack's and an older man came up to me. He asked for some change and me being in a bad mood (not me) I gave him some smart ass "BUM" remark. I went for a block on my way to the Elbow Room and I felt like the biggest pompous asshole. So I woke up the next morning and wrote this fictitious conversation about his life because you never know what has happened to these unfortunate people.