ys ringing in my ears. I was often spat upon, and the wetness of saliva became a part of my face. Policemen and store owners were always chasing me away; they had me be constantly on the move. The swift blow of a policeman’s club on my rear end was the most discouraging part of a bad day. TOne of the hardest ways to earn money is by begging for a buck. Most people think it’s an easy occupation, but they are wrong. Speaking from my experience as a beggar, I can say that it is a tough Job getting someone to voluntarily hand over a buck; there were times when I stood on a corner in ninety degree weather for twelve hours to make only thirty dollars. In order to make people feel sorry for me I had to bundle up in rags. Nobody hands over money to a well dressed beggar. The sweat produced from a hot day and the piles of rags on my body turned those rags into a soaking wet garment. The opposite was true in the winter. I had to stand on a corner in freezing weather dressed only in dirty underwear. The underwear was full of holes to complete the effect. It was difficult being in the cold for more than an hour, so I often ducked into the subway to warm up. My begging day is twelve hours and at the end of that long cold day I had accumulated just fifty bucks. The working conditions of a beggar could not be worse.

The most painful part of a beggar’s life came from the people that despise beggars. Cries of: “Go get a job you bum” were always ringing in my ears. I was often spat upon, and the wetness of saliva became a part of my face. Policemen and store owners were always chasing me away; they had me be constantly on the move. The swift blow of a policeman’s club on my rear end was the most discouraging part of a bad day. T

in ninety degree weather for twelve hours to make only thirty dollars. In order to make people feel sorry for me I had to bundle up in rags. Nobody hands over money to a well dressed beggar. The sweat produced from a hot day and the piles of rags on my body turned those rags into a soaking wet garment. The opposite was true in the winter. I had to stand on a corner in freezing weather dressed only in dirty underwear. The underwear was full of holes to complete the effect. It was difficult being in the cold for more than an hour, so I often ducked into the subway to warm up. My begging day is twelve hours and at the end of that long cold day I had accumulated just fifty bucks. The working conditions of a beggar could not be worse.

The most painful part of a beggar’s life came from the people that despise beggars. Cries of: “Go get a job you bum” were always ringing in my ears. I was often spat upon, and the wetness of saliva became a part of my face. Policemen and store owners were always chasing me away; they had me be constantly on the move. The swift blow of a policeman’s club on my rear end was the most discouraging part of a bad day. T

wet garment. The opposite was true in the winter. I had to stand on a corner in freezing weather dressed only in dirty underwear. The underwear was full of holes to complete the effect. It was difficult being in the cold for more than an hour, so I often ducked into the subway to warm up. My begging day is twelve hours and at the end of that long cold day I had accumulated just fifty bucks. The working conditions of a beggar could not be worse.

The most painful part of a beggar’s life came from the people that despise beggars. Cries of: “Go get a job you bum” were always ringing in my ears. I was often spat upon, and the wetness of saliva became a part of my face. Policemen and store owners were always chasing me away; they had me be constantly on the move. The swift blow of a policeman’s club on my rear end was the most discouraging part of a bad day. T

My begging day is twelve hours and at the end of that long cold day I had accumulated just fifty bucks. The working conditions of a beggar could not be worse.

The most painful part of a beggar’s life came from the people that despise beggars. Cries of: “Go get a job you bum” were always ringing in my ears. I was often spat upon, and the wetness of saliva became a part of my face. Policemen and store owners were always chasing me away; they had me be constantly on the move. The swift blow of a policeman’s club on my rear end was the most discouraging part of a bad day. T

ys ringing in my ears. I was often spat upon, and the wetness of saliva became a part of my face. Policemen and store owners were always chasing me away; they had me be constantly on the move. The swift blow of a policeman’s club on my rear end was the most discouraging part of a bad day. The store owners were more tactful, they didn’t want an eyesore in front of their door, so they gave me a dollar to take my body elsewhere. My biggest fear was to be set on fire by a gang of sadistic youths. I heard stories that beggars were being doused with gasoline and burned alive. There was no way for me to avoid that nightmare; I could only hope it never happened to me.

I often asked myself why I chose such a difficult lifestyle when so many more respectful avenues were open to me, like a decent job. I always got the same answer, and that answer makes me continue being a beggar: There is no feeling as wonderful as the feeling I get when somebody hands me a buck. It is as if the universe became reborn and I was alive in a better way. In that moment I feel that I am worth something as a human being, even if it’s only more then a buck.