So, my husband and I go to visit San Fran for the first time ever. We drove 10 hours dropped our daughter off in Santa Cruz and headed up north to San Fran. We went to bed late woke up in the AM and headed out for much needed coffee and to get on with our sightseeing. We are walking to our truck to get my tennies when we cross paths with a relatively small man. Now what happens from here is questionable; he walks by I open my car door, he turns and says,"I have got to stop and say this." I have been walking for *some amount of time I can not remember how long* and you all are the first ones to say hello first."(It is questionable in my mind wether we actually even greeted him first), anyway we feel puffed up and proud we are such kind people in the cold big city, He then asks us if we want to be apart of something wonderful,amazing? He then asks if we have heard of Midnight Magic?We respond,"NO" he then identifies himself as Midnight Magic. A philanthropist of sorts who delivers sandwiches and personal hygiene items to homeless through out the night and how Steven SPielburg, Quenton Taratino(?); I really can not remember what great known producer directors are making a movie about his life with Robin Williams and Danny Glover and some other older actor are starring in it and how they are collaborating with him on the ending and our meeting with him is probably going to be the end because finally someone on the city streets acknowleded him, a guy who gives so much, and how we were the 110th people crossing he had come across and how Jan 10 ie.,1/10 was his Birthday and so numbers proved we were his destiny and how he had been talking to "Pops" right before we walked by and said hello(again, I am not sure we said hello first) and how now he, this great giver to society, was in need as in his haste to come into the city to serve the homeless, he forgot his billfold and cell phone and how he, who always gives, needed help and needed 27 dollars to get his car out of a parking garage. We did not believe him but he must of planted some seeds of doubt because my husband gave him 27.00 and was rewarded by a personal serenade of some Frank Sinatra song about the boys in the night. He promised he would pay us back as he would never take without giving back.
Beware Of Midnight Magic. He is charming and a bit scarey in his familiarity.
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He approached me just now as well. Same story. Down to the least detail. he approached on Bush and Kearny.
Ricky, I just found you comment. What a guy! Did you give him money?
I was sitting minding my own reading a book in union square and had the pleasure of "magics" company for atleast a half hour this afternoon. Thought i'd come online and check out his Midnight Magic movie release - that i was going to feature in the final scene of after he'd rewritten it - to find that the guy does have a certain celebrity status, albeit for being what i suspected, a con.
Exact same story, talking about how he needed to pay his parking at the multistory where his rolls royce phantom was, but had run out the door without his wallet. He was on his usual run into the city with his bag of sandwiches and toothpaste for his homeless mission.
He played the card that he had earned the right to ask for some help after the work he had done and the millions he had given away. I was "lucky enough" to be part of something speacial and he would reimburse me and more for such an act of human kindness.
Apparently he had no one to turn to in SF and he was not going to ask his four homeless children who he mentioned on a couple of occasions for money.
When i said i wouldn't be in town tomorrow to meet him to get my $25 back, he said he would be more than happy to give me and my friends a ride to lake tahoe(where we were headed), but he said he would probably take his hummer instead over the rolls royce that he had parked only a block away.
He even offered to take me to his car to show me his picture on the cover of 5 daily newspapers but the catch was, once i was proved wrong that i wouldn't get anything in return.
When i told him that his story was too polished and that i didn't believe him, after 30 mins of him trying to squeeze it out of me, he got pretty upset and left me with his parting comment which was, "your a coward and you should be ashamed!"
No more than a half hour later, i witnessed a young asian girl in the square hand over money to him. Her and how many others was the question i was left with.
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