Out on my usual Tuesday morning run, I had an unusual thing happen. I was running down the Sunset Strip. It was still dark and a homeless woman approached me and said, "do you happen to have a cigarette?" It is certainly an odd thing to ask a runner, and normally I would think it was a joke, but she seemed so sincere. When I run on Saturday mornings with the L.A. Leggers, as we run through Venice Beach, inevitably one of the local homeless will ask the group if anybody has a smoke. The first time it was funny, the twenty fifth time, it is old. The woman this morning asked as if she thought there was a chance that I would stop, reach into my running shorts, pull out a smoke and then go finish my run.
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