Where the Non-Believers Go Beyond Belief

I have about a 15 minute walk from my apartment to the 6 train on 68th Street in the morning and its the time of year that when I start walking, the weather feels just fine but by the time I get to the subway I am sweating. There is literally nothing I can do about this problem; no belief in any god will provide with me an answer or any kind of help. It is my cross to bear.

On my walk back from the train at the end of the day I walk by a building that used to be a church and now it looks like a bank of some kind. Everyday there is an older man on the front steps wearing a suit, a trench coat and a pair of Nikes. I get the feeling he used to work at that bank or he had some kind of job with money. He has the look of a crazy person (I mean he is wearing sneakers with a suit and he is not Larry David...I don't think) and he seems to be muttering quite a bit. Is he saying a prayer, trying to figure out where his keys to the bank went or is he on a Mexican radio...whoa oh...a Mexican radio....whoa oh. I won't get into the symbolism of a building that used to house some kind of church now being used as a home for our true god...MONEY!!! Even though by just mentioning it, I have already done so.

What I will say, is that if the meek shall inherit the Earth than it is going to be split a million ways between the million meek people living on the streets of New York. Whatever god you believe in, you better pray that you don't end up on the steps of a building dressed like a character from an HBO show playing a real person, playing a character from an HBO show playing a real person. Confused yet? Don't be. Just don't forget the road to hell is paved with good intentions.