"Buy me a drink" he said.
Huh???............What???
(I understood him the first time, but I wanted him to see my crazy eyes!!)
"A drink mon......... buy me a drink."
Oh, no, no, no,no.
I don't buy hard legs a drink.
"huh....what is hard legs??" he said.
Then I hit my 2 thighs hard with my hands.
"HARD LEGS.... MEN"
I don't know you.
Why must I spend money on you when
All these kids need/want money?
You mad?
If I'm out with pals,buddies,friends, sure, I'll pop for cocktails or beers.
But, walking down the street, or standing on the beach??
For a stranger??
After I told him I don't want any of his "products".
Not a chance in H---.
Just because you were born here and I am a Tourist?
I don't think so.
I would not do it at home, in Chicago.
My kids are here and they need school fees to be paid.
Who gonna pay them??...... You??
My kids eat a lot and they're' still growing!
Man, you trying to take food out my kids mouth?
I have a million and one reasons.
And I don't hesitate to tell some
drunken, stumble bum,.........that I have never seen before......
why I am not gonna buy him Jack.
Just imagine, me in a conversation with some "man" about
why I will not buy him alcohol.
I'm not gonna run away.
If I was standing in place, I will keep standing in that place.
If I'm walking, he better start walking with me
and listen.