What's wrong with this picture:
Clean New Balance shoes.
Crisp jeans, with what appears to be the remnant of a crease.
Hilfiger fleece jacket.
Patriots team-store hat with the hologram under the brim.
Handwritten sign that reads, "anything helps."
<Brrrrraaaaaaap> Oh, there it is. This guy is dressed more expensively than I am (I didn't see his watch) but he's got the stones to stand on the street corner asking for a handout. Nope. You gotta do -something- to get a buck off of me. I don't care if you're sitting there selling shitty sketches of the streetcorner for a dollar. Do something. Play two cords on the guitar. Play the goddamned spoons (maybe you'll get a song written about you). I really don't care, but you're not getting a free dollar.
Wait- what?!
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This morning I received a call at 9:40, it was from Ken Anderson at WSU. I
thought he was calling to discuss why I had decided to not attend this
fall, lik...
6 months ago
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