Sunday, January
30th, 2005
I gave change to this homeless man in the Washington Mutual ATM vestibule today.
He opened the door for me on my way in and out and said hello. I hate giving to
the homeless. They stand there and want money without giving anything in return.
So I gave money to this guy because his greeting earned him the quarter, I
guess. But every time I give away money, I am always short-changed by that exact
amount. It's like a curse. I bet that tomorrow morning when I go out to get
coffee I will be a quarter short. A few weeks ago a homeless guy asked me for my
coffee and I gave it to him and was in a horrible mood with a huge headache for
the next half hour on the train. So I decided not to give to the homeless
anymore. And then after a while I realized that maybe this is the point. I'm not
supposed to feel happy for giving them money. We're not supposed to give to
charity so that we can feel good about ourselves. It should be about making them
feel good. A selfless act. So I say hate the homeless and be pissed at them for
not getting jobs and making our streets and subways filthy, but give 'em a
quarter when you pass them in the street anyway.
Friday, January 28th, 2005
A night on the town (that is, around the
corner and then at my apartment)

Zlata
Me

Eugene
Buggsy

Thursday, January 27th, 2005
At
the Edge...again...as always...
And George..

And us...


And me...
Wednesday, January 26th, 2005
Tuesday, January 25th, 2005
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
At
the Edge with my new camera....
  
Eric (to the right)
Drunk William
A.J.
  
Julie
Rich preparing to lose to me
Ronnie (cute hat)
Back to life was.
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