parasite

You can't sell your shit on the sidewalk dude. You're being impolite. This sidewalk is public, it belongs to each of us, people need to walk by. I just nearly tripped over the outdoor display from the shoe boutique as I squeezed between two sales racks on the corner of Forever 21 to get here and tell you that your wire-wrap jewelry cannot be sprawled all over the ground like some tweaker tomfoolery. It's bad for business and America Loves Small Business so get the fuck out. If you want to share art do it the legal way. Use a small loan from your parents to make a brand. Have you considered copy-writing the way you twist and knotted that gold chain locket? That's the American Dream, turn abstract concepts into concrete properties and then dis-assemble the process to disempower the workers so you can mass produce them in Bangladesh until it makes you enough for jewelry stores to display on their outside racks. Then you can afford to live here.

I did it, why is it so hard for everybody else? I came here in 1972 with a skateboard and backpack and earned every cent of my $300 college tuition, with enough left over to buy a mansion by waiting tables, serving fish and fried onions for three summers. And now I can't walk down the street without everybody asking for something even though it's become easier than ever to make your fortune. Just start a non-profit organization to use that as a tax haven, then hire a bunch of college kids to hit the streets asking for money. Not five dollars for a bottle of liquor, you amateur, thirty five dollars every month for the rest of their lives through membership fees. They can't stop you because it's freedom of speech. This is America, you have a right to spend money however you please. You can spend it on drugs, rent, debt, courts, just start making somebody else some fucking money or I'm calling the cops because I'm trained to feel sick in my gut at the sight of anyone with-holding from the parasites.