The Homeless Guy In Union Square Who Asks Me If I Can Spare A Penny
Who do you think you’re dealing with here? This is like trying to hit Superman with a baseball bat. My guilt-o-meter has been calibrated by pitch-perfect childhood angst. Come on. You don’t really want a penny. You want me to feel like your situation is so dire that a penny would help you. Just ask me for a dollar, you passive-aggressive fuck. Don’t play Jedi mind games with me. You’re dealing with the Yoda of neuroses.
JOSHUA NEUMAN
