Don't Know Why

As I waded through the crowds at Penn Station, when I saw a beggar at the top of the stairs leading to the 1/9. He was very unkempt, looked like he hadn't had a bath or clean clothes in weeks. Some people gave him money, most people gave him dirty looks. I felt sorry for him, and dropped a twenty in his cup. His eyes lit up, he turned and made a beeline for the liquor store.

I don't know why it isn't the same on the Internet. The information superhighway is lined with beggars having their hands out. Everytime I see a little Paypal sign on someone's blog, I want to send them a picture of that guy. Because, in my view, they should be no better off than him.