The perennially strapped-for-cash Antonio was in rare form the other night. Obviously drunk and it was no surprise to me that he was kicked out for stealing from the charity jar—he was especially desperate; reeking with hunger for more sweet alcohol. Before his ejection he asked Russ for a thousand dollars. A thousand. Dollars. Russ had leant him money before but this was a real all-in manner of request. When I heard this I felt a little insulted because Antonio asked me for only three dollars. C’mon man!