Might I bother you for small amounts of currency

Buddy Red was one of many neighborhood drunks...
We cut to the chase back then...hobo, drunkard...we did not play...except when we did....those ocassions were reserved for people with lots to hide. For instance, if a guy was a known rascal, wife beater, and womanizer...yet had standing and influence in the community...he was known as Joe citizen....
I prefer the Buddy Reds of the world...drunks and the innocence of youth....does not lie.
Buddy Red was quite a character.  like all drunks, he begged for wine money, but,  buddy red gave you more bang for your buck.  he tipped his ever present, quite in need of a steam....derby.  he gestured a curtsy and then " pardon me madam, might I bother you for small amounts of currency?''....translation: brother can you spare a dime?...or in the white community..'I'll gladly pay you Tuesday...for a hamburger today..."...rofl...a bum is a bum is a bum.....and trust me....popeye's rival was not buying a hamburger....he had to be drinking wine..fool kept messing with popeye..who could clearly beat him up...afer he ate all of his veggies....lol
If buddy red managed to get a few pennies, nickels and quarters...he would reward a lady by slobbering on her hand under the guise of a pathetic kiss....not I~!~....those purple lips were never gonna meet my hand...my fist...maybe....hand....never gonna happen....
I miss buddy Red...I heard he perished in one of the hurricanes....Look in on your family drunks during Hurricanes and such....Animals, children, old people...and drunks...are the most vulnerable....
After buddy red received what he could from me...he would announce he was off to pick edibles from his garden.  that was my cue to remind him...not only did he not have a garden...he did not have a home...lol...he would always reply" madam the WORLD... is my garden. I would chuckle because the lady across the street with the garden....was waiting, broom in hand...to rock his WORLD....lol