2.26.2009

repent

the other day i was downtown with a friend. while walking, i saw the shiny glint of laundry money. i bent down to swipe it up and continued going. from the corner of my eye i saw a homeless man sitting in close proximity to the quarter and as i left, heard him call after me for the money.

at first i thought, if he wanted the quarter so badly he would have gone and picked it up. it was fair game. then the anxiety crept in. maybe i was just on a dateline episode and failed miserably at compassion. then i felt bad for assuming it was his loss for not getting off his ass and picking the quarter up himself. minor anxiety turned into large scale panic as i realized i was a horrible human.

it was decided that the next homeless person i saw, i would give them the quarter, ridding myself of the bad karma. turns out - homeless people are like pay phones or restrooms - when you need one, they arent around.

as my panic and frustration grew i finally threw the quarter onto the street, in hopes that i wouldnt be plagued by it anymore. im probably going to hell.


1 comment:

Limey-In-Training said...

i'll be next to you. i always am...