Just got hit up by a panhandler, Anglo, filthy skater shirt, maybe 20, shaking from withdrawal, saying he was busted and starving. I walked by; Aaron convinced me to turn back, and we hit a fruit stand, bought him an apple and a kiwi (his choice) and gave him a bottle of water.
Aaron promised me that if he's ever junked out in Hong Kong, he'll call me and I'll send a ticket home, no questions asked.
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