give a brother some bonk

There is a really skanky convenience store across the street from the art supply place I frequent, so when Paul needed his Mountain Dew we pulled over. I sat in the shadiness of the neighboring lingerie model establishment with the neon sign blazing the letters “O P E N” inside a pair of parted female lips. An elderly man sat on the concrete outside talking the talk of street crazy. When Paul came out of the store the man asked for some money and Paul handed him a ten. The man seemed startled and called out after him, “wait, wait sir, please!” Paul turned around and the man held up his closed fist “Give a brother some bonk!” Paul touched his fist with his own and we drove away.
That old man did not in fact say “brother” he used the “N” word which I am admittedly not edgy enough to say, but I changed it to “brother” because I believe that is what the man intended to mean and that is what we intend to mean when we say it. This is a common household exchange with us now because when you don’t have anything else to give – you can always give a brother some bonk.