Like most of the
modern population of the USA I live in a major
metropolitain area. Each morning I walk out my door and head downtown as part of the ritualistic process we know as "
going to work". Once again this
process is repeated later in the day with it's companion
ritual "
getting your ass home". During both these daily practices I find myself accosted by the
elements of a strata of
urbanite society which is unable to generate adequate
income to fulfill their daily needs. They approach with a pitiable
expression and ask me for
comestibles,
currency, and other such
fare... to which, depending partly on whim and partly on how many of their
brethren have previously approached me, I either grant or deny their request. More often it is denied and I continue my daily
journies with my pockets
abulge with coinage and my pack full of
cigarettes. However I grow weary of having to address each individual and have devised a
garment with which to answer all their questions, it reads:
I'm just as tired,
hungry, broke, and
craving for alcohol
and nicotine
as you are