So I'm on the train (yes, I'm ALWAYS on the train)...and this lady starts talking about trying to raise money for HIV+ children whose mother/father/main parental unit is in prison.
Alright fine....she gives the name, address, and web address for the charity organization she's working for--to give a bit more validity to her begging (yes, i have become that jaded, thankyouverymuch)....
then she launches into her life story: she's 50, she has 8 children--all from the same husband, 2 grandchildren. a husband that she had been married to for 26 years. a husband she came home to find in bed with a man. a husband who gave her HIV. a husband whom she tried to kill. "That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I was a resident of Singer for 7 years!" (which also explains the divorce)
needless to say, she had EVERYONE's attention...and even the most hard-core-i've-seen-and-heard-it-all-New-Yorker was shifting a bit uncomfortably in his or her (but especially his) seat.
well, i guess on the positive side, i've met someone who's been to Rikers....and no, i didn't give her a dollar....
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what's tmi???
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