Spare change...

There are always "bums" on the street who ask for spare change.

I never give them any, if they want food, I'll buy them a meal.

"Do you have change?" asks the bearded man, covered with the dirt of showerless weeks of living on the streets with nothing more than the clothes on his back, which had already been soiled by several years worth of bad budgeting.

"I used to be someone." He mutters sullenly to himself.

"Do you have change?"

Can you spare yourself the change.

I've always thought how magnificently ironic the world is.

It takes a very long time to build something, but it takes mere seconds to destroy it.

Bummer.

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