Diary of an up and coming sociopath

How about that. Today I left the house for longer that it takes to walk between here and the car. This is clearly a step up, since I’m extremely dubious about having left my room most of the past week, let alone house. It’s not that I’ve got anything against the outside world (nothing new, at least) it’s just that the very act of getting in the car to do anything involves spending money.

Anyway. I took Nikki her stuff and harrassed her at work a bit (”Where are the short tent posts? What’s the shortest they get? Do you have this T-Shirt in a different flavour?” and other sundry) and then went to the bank and post office, as one does. All in all, it was pretty uneventful a trip to town. I briefly considered going to Stratford, but I think I’ll save that for tomorrow. I did notice, however, that there were a lot of Big Issue sellers. Like, I walked up and down the Parade once, and down Warwick street, and I got accosted by 7 or 8. I find these people offensive. If I wanted a Big Issue, I’d damn well ask for it, it’s not like I’d have to walk more than 6 paces. Having said that, I’m reminded of something Si/Rowena told me. When they interviewed a homeless person who sold the Big Issue about it, he said something along the lines of “The way I see it, you can either buy a copy of the Big Issue, or get your wallet stolen”. Very friendly.

At least they’re not after charity…