Literally on track. At 8:20 a.m., A.P. Blake tweeted from North Station:
Sob Story Guy is spilling his schtick from IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GREEN LINE TRACKS.
Seen him do this stunt at Haymarket. He was pulling his hair out and fake crying. I've had enough of his shit. I will never wish ill will upon someone, but man, I can't wait for the day people just stop giving him money. Which will never happen as long as there is North/South Station and tourists.
Is this the young guy who says he needs money for boots so he can have a court-supervised visit with his son? There are just so many of them, I want to differentiate between them.
If it's the guy I know as Sob Story guy, he's usually trying to get to Worcester to go to rehab/live with his grandma/escape Boston cause it's killing him.
The Sob Story Guy I know is at South Station and says the same thing all the time:
"People, I'm sorry to disturb you but I couldn't get a bed at the Pine Street Inn tonight and I need $13 to take the bus to my grandmother's house in Worcester (or New Bedford)."
I suspect he is the same guy who has to go see his girlfriend and baby in Worcester but I'm not sure.
Given that there are several Sob Story guys and gals, we need an Official UHub SSG Recognition Chart. We could include photos, calls, hunting grounds, etc.
Cards are what we need. similar to these:
Little pictures and profiles of known sob-story grifters. Their story, favorite hangouts, etc. Maybe even a Google Map to locate and track them.
If this guy ever put his energy into some sort of legit career, he would probably be a multimillionaire. Seriously, if nothing else, he is creative and persistant.
I do wish he would take his act to some other city, however.
If the RMV can administratively suspend your license at its discretion, why can't the T ban people as well?
He knows when he can pull his BS and if there's no love he scurries off like a rat. I'm sure he's not on T cops'most wanted list.
He's the worst! A few months ago I was in a Dunkin Donuts on my lunch break. I heard him bleating up and down Mass Ave near the T stop, and then the police told him to leave. He came into the Dunkin Donuts and asked for someone to buy him a cup of coffee. The manager told him to get out and I remember SSG saying, "I know it's no good for me, but as soon as I get some good coke, I'll be alright!" and stumbling out, presumably to heckle and hustle more passengers. Very exciting lunch break!