A little while ago I was re-watching one of my all time favourite TV shows, The Sopranos. Such compelling characters, intricate relationships and a truly sustaining storyline. It wasn't until later in the week of my Sopranos marathon did I realise how significantly it had affected me and how dangerous television can really be.
I was browsing in my local secondhand bookstore, minding my own business, as all unblameworthy characters ever are. So guy comes up to me, leaving his kid behind to browse the picture books and he asks, "Hi, where would I find the text books?" As quick as you could say The Stugots, I said, "how the fuck should I know?"
Two days later, walking home from the milkbar down the road, a beggar asks me for some change. Now I normally don't give change to panhandlers but I will make an exception when they do it in my hood. I'm very community mind, of course. Into his open palm I put one dollar and thirty cents in change and he just stands there with his palm still open, looks at his palm, then looks up at me, then looks back down to his open palm, which now is $1.30 richer.
"What?" I ask.
"More?""More? You want me to take it back? Now get the fuck outta here!"