I met this homeless crackhead at a Bitcoin conference in Kenya, of all places. He wasn’t there for the conference; he was there begging for money so he could buy crack.
American.
He smelled really bad.
He told me that he came to Kenya to help the poor but somehow he got addicted to cheap Kenyan crack and before long he was living under a bridge with 5 negroes and a goat. They were living off the goat’s milk. Whatever money they made, they spent it on crack.
Halfway through the conversation he asked me if he could suck my dick for 20 bucks.
I declined.
I didn’t have any money on me so I gave him my tuna sandwich – and I left. It was all too sad.
Poor bastard.
Kids, please – please – don’t do drugs.
