Saturday, July 17, 2010


Frank, half-drunk, sitting morosely in 90+ degree heat on front steps: "Robert, do you have fifty cents?"

Me, wearing sweatpants with no pockets, outside to get the mail: "Frank, you aren't the most miserable guy in the world. You aren't even the most miserable guy in this building!"

Frank doesn't know what it takes to get 50 cents from me. It's not difficult. But I resent being pan-handled   by my own neighbors at my own doorstep.


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