The things crackheads do for money!

When i was living on the west side, Mrs. Beasley's (the local candy lady) husband was our neighborhood crack head. We used to get him to do all kinds of stuff for spare change and/or a beer, but never have I thought to use one as a punching dummy. The first time I watch this, i will admit, I kinda felt bad for him but that feeling immediately went away after my third time watching it and when he came to reaching for the twenty. In the back of my mind, I hoped that the punch would clean up his speech, but it just fueled his hunger for apple vodka.