Yesterday I very nearly took a can of chopped tomatoes from a supermarket trolley. I wouldn’t have been stealing, it was there for those of us who’re hungry and don’t have money to feed our bellies. I was nervous though, not sure if I was authorised to dip in my hand. Would someone on the staff arrest me at the door and say I must have paperwork to prove my impoverished worth? Worse than that, I was worried lest someone who knew me saw me accepting alms. Oh the humiliation, oh the indignity! But then what am I to do when I am hungry? And so I withdrew from the scene, berating my stupid pride that came before my empty belly. “What the fuck,” I asked myself, “has my life come to?”
So I found a sheltered place to sit where I could plug in my dongle to blog about it. Sure enough the post popped up… and beneath it appeared an Emirates advertisement for which I won’t be paid (there’s another blog in that). “Book a holiday to Dubai!” it said.
If I hadn’t laughed I would’ve cried.
I would like to help a homeless writer