

I had a job that paid stupid well. I’d give some money to almost anyone who asked on the street. They need it. I have plenty. I’m not going to notice the $1 or $5 or even $20 that I gave away. I make more than that in interest every day.
Rarely, I’ll talk with them a little. Ask their name or their story. There’s a regular around me that seems delighted that I remember his name.
Sometimes someone will seem unsafe, but most people are alright. It helps that I’m a bearded man, so certain classes of danger and harassment are rarely pointed at me.
I got laid off in February. I still give to people who ask, but I carry less cash so sometimes I don’t have anything to give.
When I’d be out with coworkers, before we all got laid off, none of them would give anything to people asking. I know they made as much or more than I did. I don’t judge people for not giving cash out when they’re in debt or struggling to pay rent, but I do judge my coworker for like wearing a high five figure watch and never helping the poor.
I’ve read that if you want to kill someone, the best way to do it is to hit them with your car. The authorities will just be like “Oh, well, he was walking and you hit him what a terrible accident. Well, couldn’t be helped.”
Maybe Kraft has a murder fetish. Probably he’s just a scumbag, though.