More On Subways

I hate it when homeless people beg for money on the subway. It gives me great discomfort when dirty homeless men hit me up for change when I am stuck and cannot move. I can tolerate it in the village because I can just lift my chin up high and walk away ignoring that they ever exist. Thank god I live in Murray Hill, I don't ever have to deal with that shit around my home.

This girl saw me on the train today, and gave me this look...I mean who wouldn't I'm a successful ibanker. So she walks over and stands right next to me looking at my work id which is clipped to my belt. I saw her jealous eyes when she read the name of the firm that I work for. I could have brought her home tonight but she was some lower east side hipster...and I tend not to associate with those kind. If I asked her what an LBO was she would have told me it was some hipster band or something.

I love America. Instead of working on more M&A models, I will be drinking beer, grilling, and watching fireworks on a yacht...that's the life right there. It will probably be the first beer all week that I have had outside of Ulysses. Happy July 4th...only in America.