Grigori Killed Them

Within a flash of a second, a looming figure appears out of the shadows in between nearby alleyways, dressed in an equally shabby outfit as him.

A hand shoots out and snatches the bottle from the grips of the homeless guy

The toothless grin and cheery squinted eyes vanish into a glower. "Give me back my dollars worth! found it first"

He hops onto the looming homeless guy

What ensues is a crazy scuffle as they fall to the pavement, rolling about over a bottle.

Inwardly I feel guilt wash over me, surely I could spare some money for these men.

I reach into my duffel front pockets and fish out two crisp 100-dollar bills.

I didn't have the change to spare for them since I needed that for a phone call from a pay phone. I doubt it would harm me to spare two hundred dollars.

I very much hoped that would have been the case, but alas the sympathetic gesture of mine nearly did harm me. Out of major greed, the two scruffy-looking men demanded I provide them with more.

Their grimy hands almost go