True story.
Then, this morning on my commute, with the rest of the working peeps who earn their paycheck I see what looks like a group of seats open on the subway. Then with some shifting of people I realize, no, it's a homeless person sleeping, stretched out on the bench.
I couldn't help but think of the symbolism.
I'm supposed to keep getting up and going to work to pay taxes that will put money in this man's pocket? Not exactly motivation. I think I might rather be the one sleeping in and getting the handout.
Makes NO sense.
1 comment:
amen. i miss ny. can i come see u?
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