“Do you have a buck?”
“Hey,” he’d say. “Can I get a buck?”
“Can I bum a buck off you?”
“Are you gonna give me a buck or just stand there.”
“Please don’t walk away, I’m a war veteran in need of a dollar.”
“All I’m asking for is a single dollar bill, but if you only have twenty bucks, I’ll take that too.”
“If you give me a buck, I’ll pay you back, five percent interest.”
“Loan me a buck?”
“Don’t be a shitty person, donate!”
The gentleman methamphetamine user was known in those parts as Buck Wilde, because he’d go up to every stranger asking for a single dollar with a wild look in his eyes.