Night Fella Scene

Last week, I was in CT.  The peculiar thing about this place is that the day and night time almost works the same as in Zelda.  Sun's up - lively town, sun's down, gloomy town.  Street gangs are all over the place.  Bums sleeping in corners (might be dead for all we know). Beggars going people to people.  Few "civilized" couples were walking silently down the dark roads.  And here I was in the corner over the street waiting to get picked up... lol just kid' -.- well.. I was getting picked up.. by my lover that is.

Anyhow, here I was, waiting.  Across the street was this teen gang having the time of their life drinking all sorts of bottles.  I guess it's not unusual that controversial thoughts runs through your mind as you see this.  So young... and... Kinda... Sad? I have nothing against what they are doing.  Hell I probably look like that too when I hang out with my friends at night.  I just felt like... some of them don't seem to know what they are doing or what they want to do.  Oh well, it's their life.  My attention went to the pauper begging money to a middle-aged couple.  They walked past him as if he was a vase.  So he tried begging a man passing, obviously to be ignored.  Then he went for the drunken teen gang... And that's when I went 'Oh Shit' in my head.  They're drunk and they are outnumbered, plus they're juvenile delinquents....  So the Oh-Shit was manifestly preceded by an equation that looked like that:

TEENS  x  GANG  x  BOOZE  x  NIGHT  +  1 BEGGAR = cops and hospitals

That beggar is begging to get bested up ain't he!
He kept waving his cap around.  Should I even stay there? -_-  One of the youngsters made the first step towards the beggar..... and dropped few coins into the hat.  lolwut?
Then he was followed by another of his friend and another one til 4-5 of them got to donate.
The beggar thanked them and walked away.


This scene was very evocative. While the civilized people saw the beggar as a piece of shit, some second-class group could see the human in that junk shit.  But that was one scene.  Here we are, every day and night, judging each others by our social status and what we look like.   In the end, the best judge is our reactions to a situation in our lowest condition.