I found a $10 bill.
yup. in manhattan of all places.
right in front of grand central, on the corner of 42nd and park ave.
millions of people. I cross the street and see it sitting there. no one even noticed it.
being a boy scout I stopped and looked around for someone fumbling with a wallet or pocketbook (woonsocket: ‘pockabook’). nil. fifteen second pause. nada.
it isn’t that it’s ten bucks. it’s that in this whorish, money-grubbing city no one noticed two hours of minimum wage.
I will donate it to charity.
(sent from the train)
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and it’s probably laced with anthrax…