loose ends, tied.

karma is a funny thing. sometimes it can take years for something to come full circle, sometimes only a matter of seconds.

a particularly slow sunday afternoon at work provided me with the opportunity to take a walk, smoke a cig, and enjoy the beautiful breeze on this otherwise cloudy day. as i was passing binn's park on queen street, a small asian gentleman approached me. he went into the typical "my mom's in the hospital and i need bus fare to get there" fable. despite the fact that there are three hospitals within walking distance of where i was standing, not to mention that i had heard this at least a dozen times before, i decided that i was not one to judge him for spinning this tale. he may have a very good, but embarassing reason for needing the money. so i split the difference and told him i only had a dollar (i had eight) and produced it from my pocket. he left with my cold, hard cash in his hand, and i continued on my journey.

i then went around the block and was walking through the arts district near the fulton opera house. a young boy, about eight or nine, was riding his bike towards me, when my shoe stubbed the pavement and my body heaved forward slightly. as our paths crossed i heard him mutter "did you almost trip? beaaatch..." i'm not one to start shit with third graders, so i kept moving. not ten seconds later did i hear his tires scrape the pavement. i turned and noticed that he was leaning against the wall, trying to regain his balance. not able to help myself, i shouted "did you almost fall? beaaatch...." and kept walking. i heard him yell "fuck you" in an obvious attempt to rile me further, but we were even, and that's the way it should be.

i then noticed something sticking out of a sewer grate. it was a dollar.