Knocking The Hustlers

Here is what New Yorkers Need to know about people who panhandle. All of them are full of shit. I know. I’ve been homeless twice.

You’re sitting in a subway car. Your mind is on work, love, music, or whatever.

As the doors close, someone enters and instead of looking for a seat, this person, whatever race, whatever gender, starts there rehearsed soliloquy.