bawling

        �Do you have any change? Can you help a guy out? Can you spare any change please? I�m hungry!� Cried out a thick grainy voice in the midst of a sustained wail. This show of grief was well expressed because the man had performed this act for so many years. An actor well immersed in a typecast role, his fleshy mouth opened wide with lips curled and eyes strained at the corners in a deep caricature of sorrow. Anyone familiar with the city streets would know of him.
        �Oh California here I come!...Hey, could you help a guy out?�
He is a tall stout man whose waist spills over his belt line, the mass of his upper chest and abdomen is wedged in between thick suspenders that nearly cleave the flesh. His imposing size, together with a loud, gurgling grainy voice was nearly a self proclaimed threat.
        This panhandler mooched all four corners of the intersections, now on the southwest corner he stood with hat held out by the bill to the passers by. Generally they stride heedlessly by. The individual women nervously circumnavigate the wide frame with a quick �clack-clack� movement of their heels; in groups they collectively look another direction from his appeals and continue in their incessant chatter. With dramatic beseeching hands held out, he implores, and men and women avert their gaze, embarrassed. Even from an abject state this scrounger was empowered.
        Occasionally a good humored person would pause to drop some coins or cigarettes in the mendicant�s fleshy palm.
        �Oh thank-you so much! You�re such a sweetheart! You�re a great guy!� A smile erupted from the panhandler�s gaping mouth, lips pulled back to reveal yellowed decomposing teeth and jaw dropped lower to melt and bulge into his massive neck. Some of the coins would be pocketed and the appeals continued.
        �Can you help a guy out to get something to eat? Please? Can ya spare some change?, I got no place to go! Once again the massive bulbous face is warped and poised to sob. He easily slips into an attitude well baked into his being.
        �I used to travel around, jumping on trains...I went through parts of the states. I�ve been in the city for many years now-but I was born here awhile ago. I wouldn�t recommend the life to anyone. It�s a rough life, terrible.� Then from his pocket he takes out a small toy hat, a baseball cap that looks like it belongs to a doll.
        �Do you want to see my little hat, isn�t it cute?� He chuckles out a base heavy roughened chuckle.