People passed by him, propped on a crutch and a wall. A dirty looking homeless man (probably drunk) at the fringe of the crowd.

"Mom, do you have a quarter"

"Not for bubblegum," she said.

"No, for the man there," and he pointed.

"No, not for him," she said. And she took her son's hand and hurried away explaining the dangers of bums and of booze.