Shawn
It was a few minutes before 10pm on a fall Saturday night in Little Italy, a neighborhood in Chicago. I had just met up with a friend from Ohio for a drink at a really cool Irish Sports Bar. I was walking back to my car to head to a friends 33rd birthday party when I passed a man who was a bit unkempt on the street. He asked me if I could spare some change and unfortunately I didn't have any money. He then asked for one of the high noon's I had just bought and I told him "I'm sorry, I'm on my way to a party." As soon as I walked past him I felt terrible. I was in a hurry, as I was a couple hours late for the party but that was no reason not to give him time. I got to my car and ventured in the direction he was walking. I saw him, found a spot and hopped out of my car to go talk to him. I introduced myself and I asked his name. That is something I try to do every time I meet someone on the street. He told me his name was Shawn. I remember the spelling