Last Friday we were at a barbeque for school in the park and we see a strange woman standing by a tree. She was posing like a model, leaning up against the tree. She was wearing a long grey coat, which looked very nice. We look again and she has her jacket off and she is in a different pose. She had on a school girl skirt, a nice top and black tights. Two of my friends go to ask her if she's okay but then come back, surmising she is high on something. Suddenly she is in front of the tree sitting on the ground in a beautiful pose. My friend Amol, described it perfectly as an Urban Outfitters' ad. She starts wailing and crawling around in the dirt.
When she stands up I see her eyeing me and Amol who are having a smoke. Amol is one of the people who asked if she was okay. I knew (because of how I always attract crazy people) that she was going to come over. She makes a beeline for us, arms outstretched, and I tell her "don't touch me" She mumbles something crazy. I tell her to get away from me and I'll give her a cigarette if she goes away. I yell at Amol to give her one. All I could think of was "if her dirty fingers touch me I'll have to burn my coat". She finally goes away and some loser comes up and tells me to chill. I shoulda told that fool to kiss my ass. Hey "loser" if you are reading this, ( l ) there it is, kiss it. Anyway the crowd got all quiet, just like on TV. After a minute everyone started talking again and you could immediately hear the volume change. And that’s how I became the bitch who hates homeless people. Which is totally inaccurate. I don't hate them, I just don't want them touching me.
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