The Logic of being a Sinner in Sin City
by Royal Hopper
A shirtless man holding a sign walks down a line of cars getting a dollar or two from some of them. He spots you to his left with your window down playing with the radio and the camera you sometimes bring with you to take photos of the neon jungle and saunters toward you.
He stands in the window as if expecting something and then says something to the effect of “ I want you to know I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have a good reason. I wouldn’t be doing this if not for my Dad .and something about Prostate cancer.”
I suppose in retrospect I could have handled it better and said something like sorry dude I got nothing for you or suspended my usual Sin City cynicism and fished a buck out of my wallet for the dude.
But _ it had been a long week and I didn’t react well. I am as progressive as someone working the job I work in the city I do it in can be but as a rule I don’t allow strangers to stick their head in my window when I am driving home or anywhere else.
“Look _ “ I said putting on my best Vegas security guard voice err security officer voice I mean, I have no beef with you man,” my voice steady and firm from long practice, “but you need to get out my face.” I don’t remember if I cursed or not but the point was made.
“You are a wonderful guy,” he said sarcastically as the light changed and I drove away. Honestly the sarcasm should have bothered me more _ but it didn’t. The City does not suffer suckers lightly and I don’t like to be played. I don’t like people up in my face demanding things I had to work for.
When you live in the city you get used to desperate, bold people but living here doest make you like them anymore. One of the reasons I heavily favor government or at least government managed health care is because I know some of the people who ask for it do need it and they should get it without having to beg
Yes it is an unfair burden on Sinners like me to determine who is and who isn’t in need but that isn’t the point. . . To live in the City of Sin you have a mental wall up at all times _ you have to have that Sin City edge or you look like prey to the denizens who abound here .
Its not tragedy or comedy ..
It is life in the City of Sin baby
Take care Sinners including you shirtless panhandling dude _ even you