Cold breeds need. Clever sounding lament for the state of downtown these days. The lower the temperature the more money people seem to want. They beg on corners, or even when waiting in line at the grocery store.
I had a guy ask me today for a dollar so he could get some whiskey. First off, kudos for honesty. Next, Spoiler Alert! Let me GUESS that you spend your money on booze.
The woman in front of me on the train was drenched in a cheap perfume fire hose. I wonder what it smells like to her, because to me it smells like rose petals that have been urinated on.
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