Passed a guy selling “artisan” umbrellas for $40. Laughed bitterly and kept walking. A homeless man screamed at a trash can, calling it a traitor. I nodded in understanding.

Stopped at a corner deli for a $9 cold brew. The cashier asked if I’d like to donate to the "City Recovery Initiative." I swiped my card and muttered, “Take it all, friend.” It won’t matter.

By the time I got home, it was raining inside my apartment. Not metaphorically—literally. The ceiling’s leaking again. I stared at the drip and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630757&forum_id=2Elisa#48314394)