Parable Of The Samaritan

From Ikon

Fucking panhandler. I tell him. Wait there. I push my bank card into the slot, punch the numbers, pull five $1000 bills from the window and shove the receipt into my wallet. I haven't looked at his face. Get cleaned up. Eat. Get an apartment. A job. If I see you again, I'll call the cops. He walks away, cramming the $5000 into his rotting fatigues. Fists clenched, I wait for my elevator to ascend.