For the second time in my life, someone walked up to me and demanded money. I was waiting in Union Square, quietly listening to music. The kid was scrappy and had scruffy facial hair. Seriously, I could have grown a better goatee. That really says something.
He stomped up to me and said, “bro, give me two quarters.” I said nothing and shook my head. I feel in NY that should pretty much end it. This little punk looked at me surprised. As if I spat him. “Come on! I just need two”. I looked at him. For whatever reason this asshole thought I had two quarters – more annoying was the fact that he thought I had his quarters. He stands there for a second too long. I say, “I don’t have a quarter for me or you.” He sighs. He picks up his hands slightly and drops them and walks off. That little fuck should be careful because on day. Someone will pop him in the face.
The last time that happened, I was walking down the street on St. Marks. This girl stepped in front of me and asked, “Hi… can you give me a dollar?” My friend asked her, “Why?” What was her response? Her response was, “because I’m trying to get a tattoo.” My friend got angry and said, “Fuck you! I don’t go to work every day to buy random people tattoos . If I’m not getting a tattoo – you’re not getting a tattoo. You’re ridiculous!”
What is it with people under the age of 22?!
JJRC
