Affinity for Infinity

A homeless man approached me the other day.
He asked for something i couldn't decipher through his dry, chapped skin lips and words that started with F*ck. This man must be a fan of the German language.

Whatever he did ask me I simply (as do most average to do debt drowning citizen) lifted my hand looked at him the best remorseful way possible and apologized for wasting my time. My hand was opened wide, as if i was some kind of magician showing the audience that nothing was in my hands.

To my surprise the hobo reached for my hand, In my shock i stood there not knowing what to do. The feelings and questions started to dart through my mind.

Whats he going to do?-I hope that sticky feeling on his hand is ketchup- I'll hold my breath so that i couldn't inhale his Oder-His teeth looks like corn-this looks right about gay right now-how do homeless people find the best shopping carts, the ones i normally end up with in the market are lobbing and turns to the sides-and so on........

In a fraction of a second more that a thousand thoughts jolt bouncing from one side of my brain meat to the other, but what the hobo said exceeded even beyond my expectations.
He compared my hand to his, and started to laugh.
"Are you OK? whats going on?" I asked the now amused Hobo.
"F*k'n Salright" the slur king stated
"F*k'n Small Hands Small Dick" the slur king decreed as he walked off to the Powell street Bart exit waiting for someone else to marvel at his gingivitis collection in his mouth.

By that nights end I couldn't help but feel good about myself knowing i brought happiness to a homeless mans life today.