"I'm sorry to ask you this, but it's getting cold and I'm getting sick. Could you please buy me a hat?"
I look at him, his bald head, the skin of his skull about to shine through, his thin frame, and say, without really thinking about it, "Yeah, what do you need."
One year ago: Snow Pee
Two years ago: You Spare Change Your Mother With That Mouth?
Three years ago: Move It, Schmuck
Four years ago: Fuck Day Drinking