Monday, February 07, 2005
( 9:14 AM ) teahouse
Feed the Poor
Last night, while walking home from a Super Bowl party, I passed a homeless guy on East 57th Street.
His hair was dirty and matted, he smelled bad, and he pushed an old shopping cart overflowing with dirty bags and greasy clothes.
He was also wearing a North Face ski jacket, and listening to an iPod.
That must have been some tax refund.