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There’s a homeless man who lives in a tree in back of a bar here in New Haven, CT. I think he drinks Brut aftershave (there are empty bottles). I gave him my sunglasses and a dollar and he asked for a photo.
I was going to hand him a $20 but Lisa, who's from Manhattan, pulled me aside and told me that “the most dangerous time for a homeless person is the couple of days around when they get their monthly checks, because many drink (or drug) themselves to death that week. So small $1 donations are safer.” City girls know these things.