It was a very normal day. Too normal to be true, Evil was expected just around the corner. The sky was a normal shade of blue, And the traffic was so predictable. It seemed like a potential crime scene. Luckily, I brought along my paper glue but I didn't have my trusty orange juice with me. It killed my confidence a bit but I survived.

At approximately 5.45 that evening, As I remembered, I walked out of Kasturi with Gerbin, My egg beating side-kick, As we saw this white man sitting down in front of a pathetic excuse of 711. He had this box placed in front of him that no one seemed to care about. Us, Being the awesome people we were, We Found it rather unusual that a foreigner was begging. Not JUST begging, The expression on his face looked like someone set his cat on fire or he was forced to kill his whole family cause giant ants were attacking the world. Ok, This is starting to sound like the plot of The Mist.


ANYWAYS


We approached the poor man, and the box in front of him said "I Lost My Money, I Can't Go Home. Help Please" in three different languages. Obviously handwritten by three different people. Didn't it occour to whoever who wrote that to HELP HIM GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE instead of just lending a hand? Or a couple of fingers literally?

Well, We instantly felt a huge burden on us. This guy was just sitting there helplessly, And everyone was just walking pass him, Some would take a second look, Some would just make him seem invisible. Why we didn't think he was a fake? Cause he didn't ACTUALLY BEG like everyone else.

In the train station, There're at least 4 different beggars who take different shifts just to beg at that specific spot. And these people aren't even retarded. At 3, This Chinese guy with a damn stoned face and a blue shirt will sit down and smile at everyone and beg, then at 5, He'd get up and walk to another spot, Then this lady with the biggest head and the smallest body I've ever seen, Would come and sit, smile and beg. Then when she needs to go take a piss, She'd nicely walk off, Leave her slippers that she could miraculously afford, Her food, HER GODDAMN CUP. And when she comes back, Sits and begs some more. Sometimes, This Indian shirtless guy with pimples all over his body would come. But recently, We haven't seen him much. Must made deals with other beggars.

BUT HERE HE WAS, JUST LOOKING AT THE GROUND, HOPING THAT SOMEONE WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE THE FREAKING BOX.

Being the superheroe that i am so awesomely,

I ran to the closest corner, Ripped my shirt off and unraveled my superhero outfit, Pulled out an involuntary glow in the dark samurai sword and some sour skittles, FLEW TO THE FOREIGN DUDE
























































Gave him 3 bucks and saved the day :)