"Support?" Dennis glanced at the guy's camera, "with that piece of junk? Not going to happen..." he wasn't usually so rude but he really wasn't in any kind of shape to be around cameras and photographers and this world.
He stiffened up as the guy stepped towards him.
"You're not going to sell these kind of pictures anyway. Who wants to look at busy streets and random people. You should find something interesting to take a picture of, maybe then you could get a few cents."
The acidity just kept pouring out of him. It was as if he was taking out all his negative emotion out on this random stranger.
He flinched as 'cents' left his mouth and shook his head a little, "I don't mean that... I'm sorry," he muttered quickly.