The sun''s still rising as I''m walking down back to my apartment when I hear a man shouting at a bundle of blankets lying on the other side of the sidewalk. The man is wearing an expensive-looking suit and has a red tie that matches his cheeks.


    "...So either get a job or stop fucking asking people to give you shit for free. You get it? I mean, holy fuck, if I just lay around all day while real people have to go work for a living, I''d feel too embarrassed to even open my mouth. And if I ever did, it would only be to say sorry. Sorry for existing and making your life a little worse."


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