when i was living in west loop chicago with my ex, there was always this older black homeless guy in front of the 7/11 on taylor street. he always used to ask for change and sometimes i gave him money, but rarely. one time i was fighting with my ex, was hammered, and felt generous so i bought him a 40 or some shit. he was super happy and appreciative. then every time i saw him after that, he always expected shit. one time, he even tried to spit on me because i said no, usually id ignore him but still. so one day, probably a few weeks later, he was passed out sleeping from the building to the street on the sidewalk sleeping. i genuinely didnt mean to kick him in the head, but he was in my way and my adidas slide slipped off as i was stepping over him and my first instinct was to step down so i wouldnt lose my slide. at first i felt bad, but i just looked at it as revenge for trying to spit on me with his aids nig diseases.
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