A homeless guy that looked like Captain Jack Sparrow was on the train one night when I was heading home from work. He walked up and down the train asking people for spare smokes. I was the second last person on the train, and didn't have any, but the very last girl he asked (or could ask) did. Then he sat down and started talking to her about the magazine she was reading, which was some video game or D&D magazine or something, and he went on about how he had a friend in the states who made him a real sword, from the days when he played D&D. This was about three years ago.
Just a month ago, I saw him again, as I was driving home this time (guess while I've been going up in the world he's just been chillin'). I was at a stop light, and he was squeegieing people's windshields. In sub-zero weather. I tried to wave him off, but he did it anyway. So I gave the Captain some change, drove around the corner, got out, and scraped off my window. Fucking pirates. Can't trust 'em an inch. He probably spent it on booze and drugs, too.