The Anonymous
Bag On My Head
A few evenings ago, my girlfriend and I were leaving a movie theater in the city where I live, and we passed a homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk, who asked if I could spare a quarter. Having already been asked for change by 5 or 6 other bums the same day, I ignored him.
The bum yelled, "Oh yeah, just ignore me and walk away, you piece of shit."
Not desiring a confrontation in the presence of my girlfriend (and I was packing), and deeming him as unworthy of my time, we carried on, while the waste of human potential continued spouting off...
This was a liberating experience. With the exception of children who are homeless due to abuse, abandonment, etc., I realized that I don't give a FUCK about the homeless, and for that, I feel not a shred of guilt.
I will never give another dime to a homeless person, EVER.
As for the asshole who shouted out my girlfriend and I, one can only hope that this February will be a bitterly cold month, so that the fucker will freeze to death in his sleep. That is nature's way, and justice to anyone who thinks that I "owe" them anything.
The bum yelled, "Oh yeah, just ignore me and walk away, you piece of shit."
Not desiring a confrontation in the presence of my girlfriend (and I was packing), and deeming him as unworthy of my time, we carried on, while the waste of human potential continued spouting off...
This was a liberating experience. With the exception of children who are homeless due to abuse, abandonment, etc., I realized that I don't give a FUCK about the homeless, and for that, I feel not a shred of guilt.
I will never give another dime to a homeless person, EVER.
As for the asshole who shouted out my girlfriend and I, one can only hope that this February will be a bitterly cold month, so that the fucker will freeze to death in his sleep. That is nature's way, and justice to anyone who thinks that I "owe" them anything.
) beat the shit out that homeless chap for some reason relating to his dire circumstances or something.
