Pisaries Creator

I saw a man sitting outside a fast-food restaurant. 

He was asking for money. I didn’t have any cash. 

Like most people, I don’t carry cash anymore. 

I don’t need dollar bills or quarters for laundry.

He never asked me. I was one of the ones that got away.

I wasn't one of those people that makes six figures. 

It feels I’m one step closer to being this man.

We both should have more than we do.

I’m lumped in with the other majority.

I can’t afford a house not during this year or the next. 

This city was growing and sucking life from everyone.

Maybe if I didn’t have a loan to pay, it would be better. 

My food was ready. I stopped thinking about my dismal life. 

I left the restaurant and went to the car. 

I remembered I had five dollars in my wallet.

I wasn't sure why I didn’t get it back on my card. 

Everyone does that now. You don’t need a receipt anymore. 

I got out the car with the five dollars in in my hand. 

I wish I had more to give. 

I gave him the five dollars. He thanked me. 

I’m back in the car and looked to see where he went. 

He was standing behind someone in the restaurant.

I wondered what he would order. 

It won’t satisfy his stomach for long.

I had a jarful of quarters at home.

I could give him that, but I was hungry too.