...I and three buddies from our "escape plane" were standing near a subway station in Montreal and looking up and down the streets in indecision - it was probably obvious as far as from the next station that we were new in town. A street bum passed by me pushing a cart with what was probably his entire belongings in it. He stopped, smiled, placed a small piece of paper in my hand and kept moving on.
I don't know why I couldn't dare look at what he gave me. Before he turned the nearest corner, he looked back at me and gave me the best smile I'd ever seen so far - and then disappeared from my life forever.
I looked at my hand - the paper was
a ten dollar bill.
