"Take him home" snarled his friend, "he is lots of fun and I am too. I am homeless since the bank took my keys back last month, I need a nice warm roof over my head. So what if I was just a student at Parsons they said my bartending job was good enough to give me a mortgage on a Soho penthouse and now they threw me out on the streets. You have a two bedroom place, don't you SP? Think of us. Be charitable for once."

"I have two room mates I am afraid otherwise I would with pleasure, honest." I lied.

These guys wanted everything from me, my home, my new phone, my dancing tips. I was beginning to get tired and fed up with all this harrassment and begging and aggressiveness.