"Every day I’d see him, standing there with a poorly stenciled sign that had varying messages on it that all said close to the same thing: anything helps, god bless, homeless, hungry. At that exit ramp, I usually ended up sitting through two light changes, and every day, I’d see him get handouts from different cars, usually one or two per light change. That one day, as I sat and watched people hand him their money, on my way to sit in the office again for another nine hours to earn mine, so that I could use it to become more indebted to the rest of society, I realized that I hated him.
"I hated him for everything that he was being that I could not be, and because I knew that he was probably making as much, if not more, money annually as I was bringing in, tax free, especially if he was making just a couple of bucks per light change, and the light changed thirty times in an hour. Which it did, because I timed it, there at the end. I hated him because he had the tenacity to stand there, every day, looking at all of us inside of our little mobile capsules, and ask us for just a dollar or two, and people would feel bad for him and give him their money, and he wasn't even doing any work for it!"