A friend of mine is contributing to a tumblr blog called ‘Worst List‘ where people send in worsts, such as the following:
Worst Thing Said To A Homeless Person
I was four. My parents and I were visiting my grandma in the “big city” of Brooklyn, NY. On an afternoon stroll, we passed a homeless woman who had built her shopping cart and tin can shelter in the nook of a decorative foundation of a downtown building. She lifted her hands from the smelly tartan blankets and asked for money. My parents politely declined, and I stopped and shouted in a school yard manner…“Nah nah nah nah nah… I have a house and you don’t.”
Me: Yes, I want to.
Her: I should tell you, I’ve been raped.Me: …
That was the night I became a man.
But not in the “having sex” way… naturally, I couldn’t go through with that.
My dad’s used condom. It’s like finding a fresh kill, assuming you’re not a hunter but a vegetarian and the sight of someone killing an animal makes you vomit and gives you night terrors.
