I feel anger sometimes, especially when they are out at street work, in the subway stations or hanging around a the cafes. I especially hate it when I see magazines littered around.

I feel sorry for the young ones though - especially when I see them out in Saturday morning FS, wearing suits in 80 degree weather. Knowing they are in for a rough life from how to deal with the opposite (or same sex), potentially bad marriages with no way out to not going to college.

I used to feel shame when I thought it was the truth, but I dont anymore.