Down the streets of Nyack

It about 3:30 and I'm walking down main street in Nyack. Its grey outside, and appears as if its minutes away from raining. Just about to come to the corner of one of the side streets when a bum turns the corner as well. But this was not just a bum, this was a bum smoking a blunt. I couldn't help but laugh out of shock. We both made eye contact as i started to laugh. He took the blunt out of his mouth and said "want a hit?". My instinct was free weed so i reached for it, but after quickly thinking in my head about the situation I passed. The image was plastered against my brain of him rolling a blunt filled with crack and that shit would not be good to smoke before i walked into work. I walked away truly respecting the bum because he, in his own way, was standing up to the man. He was in a situation that he could no longer afford living and decided to smoke in public and stick it to them. I also thought it was ironic that he had no money for clean cloths but he had enough for weed and a dutch. 

Thinking about all this later on, I'm a little upset that i let an opportunity like this slip out of my hands. The only real positive is that once you smoke pot with a bum, your pretty much guaranteeing yourself that same outcome in life.