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The third time I visited Portland, I went to Voodoo Doughnuts for the experience, on the way out a 20 year old in a pack of drifters asked me for a doughnut, I told him, "No", out of no prejudice, I just have strict restrictions on how I donate. On hearing this, badgered me, guilt tripped me, and harangued me while I walked away. The worst part was that he had a guitar that he couldn't play, that if he could play, would have earned him a doughnut from me. 

I thought it funny that debating was the skill that this vagrant had to offer. The next block over the same thing happened, I thought only in Portland would I have to argue with bums to justify why I would not give them handouts.  

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