Seeing Is Believing Charles Flint was man of high stature, at lest in his world. People rarely saw things his way. The brighter side was the only side worth seeing to him. Getting by off of disability checks and what ever the bitter streets of New York offered up. He made his way around with his red tipped feeling stick and dark shades. Often called by many titles, but only answered to "Blind Hustler". His …showed first 75 words of 475 total…

…showed last 75 words of 475 total…a good day so I could give you a small one. Otherwise it would just go to waste." Joyfully he left with his gift. And began his trek home. Crossing back through the gates of China Town. He placed his glasses back in his pocket and folded up his stick. Looking up at the sky, he smiled and thought to him self "It's good to be alive." Sure pimpin' isn't easy, but hustling is elementary.