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Baglady-Best Friend


            
             I approached the homeless woman with caution and fear, not knowing what I would say to her. "Was this my former friend?" I asked myself. .
             " Leisha?" I called out to the homeless woman with her back turned.
             Immediately her head turned around, and she quizzically replied "Yes?".
             At that moment my mind became clouded with emotions, I was shaking. I didn't realize what I would say; I tensed up, my stomach was in pain.
             I mean, me and Leisha weren't the best of friends all the time, but it was weird, no fucked up even to seem someone I knew so personally in this shape.
             While I stood there pondering all this information that flew in and out of my head, my friend turned bag lady stared with her lifeless eyes emptily into nothing.
             I stuttered and replied to her, "It me, you"re old friend Susan, Remember?".
             She shrugged me off and mumbled something inaudible under her breath. I could tell it was her, I could feel her presence. And although I haven't seen her in years I could tell that under her terrible skin, and ragged clothes, and that utter displeasing stench lie my friend Leisha.
             I called out to her pleading desperately to make conversation, I wanted to help her, give her money, she could stay with me if she wanted to and I"m sure if her parents found out that their daughter was living in destitute on the cold streets on this city that they would easily nurture her back onto her feet.
             I tapped her on the shoulder, and wanted to yell in all my frustration, but I kept it inside. Instead I gently asked her again "Do you remember me Leisha, it's Susan?".
             She didn't respond.
             " I can help you Leisha, how did you let yourself get this way?" I asked.
             She asked me for some change.
             I reached in my pocket and generously gave my friend twenty dollars, she gladly accepted it.
             "Susan??" She put my hand in hers and clenched.
             "Oh thank God "I thought. The connection was finally made.
             All the hardships that we've had and all the shit this girl has put me through were all out the window, I was going to do the greatest good deed of all and help out my friend.


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