Homeless...

It was a nice sunny warm Saturday early afternoon in Sydney, so to chill out from a week that was all over the place, I decided to go for a stroll through Hyde Park and take a seat with the oversized, almost unmanageable Saturday broadsheet paper and chilled mocha from Starbucks.
In a nasal voice I hear a guy say to me, "Excuse me, I'm going to have to arrest you", "oh?" I responded, "you're under arrest for being too cool." Oh gawd I though, this is Sydney, a very "out" city. "Would you like to win a million dollars?" I was asked, "ah, how?", "you just give me some change, and when I become a millionaire, I'll give it to you".
Garr, I knew there was some point to this random conversation. I don't think I have ever given money to the homeless directly, preferring to donate through a few charities with larger sums,
how am I going to get out of this one? A quick thought and I realised this guy was a bit more creative than your regular beggar, so I thought I'd make him work for his change. Initially I asked him what he was going to do with the money, there was no hesitation, he needed $14 to check into a Hostel, I also spent a while asking him what he did and why he was on the street.
This guy could be a very good liar, but I doubt he would be used to this questioning and conversation, this guy appeared to be a good bloke, caught up in a bit of a mess, but he had talent that I felt sorry he was there.