chloeolane

I exited the side door of Java Jungle after picking up a delicious cinnamon muffin and walked down the grassy hill towards the river. Along my way, I passed three young men lying on the benches that circled the courtyard. The biggest of them reached his arm through the metal bars separating us and demanded of me a spare dollar.

Just a dollar, man, he shouted, Come on. Im a starving artist.

Well, Im an artist, I said, looking down at my muffin. Shit man, I guess Im just better than you.

I began walking away and he called out after me.

Hey, thats cold, man!

I bent down, giving a nearby pigeon a small crumb of my muffin. Yeah, it is.