Person Place and Thing

I thought this was cute until she put him in the wash cycle.

At a certain rent price, a city loses its charm.  You suddenly feel like a soulless consumer rather than a contributing member of a community.

All you can think about is the lucky son of a bitch that owns the building, and how life would be perfect if you could be that son of a bitch.

So what do you do?  Do you buy a building and hope to one day be that son of a bitch?  Or do you become a proponent of laws that keep that son of a bitch in check?

It’s so easy to become either a frustrated communist or a motivated capitalist.  I’d opt for a society of motivated capitalists.  But until I’m the one cashing the rent checks, damn the man.