Did I hurt your feelings when I erupted into gales of un-restrainable laughter at the sight of you spanging outside of my work WHILE USING A LAPTOP? What was particularly great about that sight was the implication that you not only completely lacked shame, but that you were wholly without a sense of irony as well. Had you any particle of self-respect, autonomy, or DIY cred, you would have sold that laptop way long before abasing yourself by openly begging. My derisive cackling drove you off, but, unsurprisingly, you left a big pile of soggy trash behind for ME to clean up. And to top off this delicious spectacle of abysmal degeneracy, you also left behind a fair amount of spare change in your trash. So, you didn't even want the money you were begging for? It was hilarious enough a few years ago to see you privileged bourgeois poseurs begging for change while sporting hundreds of dollars of tattoo work and fancy boots. Then I thought beggars with cell phones were the ultimate possible extent of shamelessness. But a laptop? Damn. You really represent the lowest point to which it is possible to sink. The only thing worse than you is the deluded scum who give you money.—Anonymous
Spare Change in the Internet Age
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