priorities

The other day I was on East Fordham Road wearing a suit. If you are at all familiar with that part of the Bronx, then you may realize I was not incognito. I was worried about missing the impending train, since I was standing in line for the ticket machine behind a boy who was breaking into the cash compartment with a steel rod. I asked him if he could finish later, once I had bought my ticket, and he said, "No, I gotta get mines."