Dear Zambia,

Today I could not help but feel sorry for the beggar who asked me for money as I was walking into a grocery store. Naturally I told him to go f&ck himself. About 10 minutes later when I walked out the poor bugger had already forgotten our earlier encounter so he begged me again. And again I told him, f&ck you.

That's when it hit me. This beggar is one poor bugger