I took Monday off and went down to get a haircut and take care of some business. As I walked down Duckworth I noticed a Bentley SUV parked on the side of the road - "Damn, that ain't cheap" I thought. I grabbed a gorgeous breakfast at Fixed, and proceeded to Fogtown to get cleaned up.
Robbie cut me and I left a slightly larger tip than I normally do, it's the holidays and dude is great, he deserves it. Got a new comb, too, because I lost my last one.
As I made my way down Water Street I was keeping an eye out for photos but wasn't really interested in much. The rain picked up as I neared Rocket so I popped in for (another) coffee. My AK gore-tex jacket will keep me dry in anything, that's what it's built for. But fuck it, might as well run in to Rocket and java-up, right?
The coffee was dope. Like, one of the best ever. Totally worth the $4.50 with tip.
Work was playing on my mind, so I decided to cut my day-off short and go into the office and get some things done. Walking back to the car I switched my music from High on Fire's 2015 album Luminiferous, to Mastodon's 2009 album Crack the Skye because I'm sharing the album with a coworker and I wanted to listen to it front-to-back to talk to him about it.
Passing the BMO Building, a man who was roughly my age was asking for money. Wearing canvas shoes in the rain, with just sweats on, dude looked cold. I never had any change on me and just kept steppin' in my Blundstones.
Beyond this person I was thinking about income inequality and what my own morning had entailed. I drove in from Mount Pearl, forgot to turn the heat down in the house before leaving, had a delicious tofu breakfast wrap and a coffee while listening to a podcast about media, then I saw that Bentley, went and got a $40 haircut, grabbed another coffee, listened to more music, and was on my way to a good unionized job.
This flashed through my mind in an instant and within 20feet from passing the guy on the street I saw a torn up piece of cardboard with what once was a message that read, "God Bless." It stopped me and I took several photos (using a few thousand dollars worth of camera gear) of the discarded note. A tool previously used to garner enough money to get someone through their day.
How do we fix this? I'm not wealthy, but by comparison to the homeless guy I may as well have been whoever was rolling in that Bentley. And I'm part of the problem. Sure, I work and I am compensated for that work, but based on the morning I had, wearing the clothes I had on, consuming what I did, I depend on others staying in poverty so I can afford my life, we all do, and this is gross. How do we change this? Do we give up most of the things that we have? Would a simpler lives mean fewer people in poverty?
This isn't written to brag about the shit that I have, it's all expensive garbage. Many of us live in homes full of garbage that is going to outlive us, and most of it is things that we can live comfortably without. And most of it we could afford because someone else's cheap labour was used to create it.
And yet, I'm almost definitely not going to change anything.