i once found eighty dollars. i was ordering coffee and there it was at my feet, four twenties neatly folded. no one seemed to be looking for it so i gave it to the barista and felt smug AF for doing such a good deed. i left with my head high and my lungs full of what jess calls ‘life force.’ after all, what a substantial deposit i had made in the karma bank. even the barista gave a look of admiration. had that one wildest dream come true later in the day, i would have explained how these things are connected, how the pure in heart are blessed. what happened instead, maybe twenty minutes later as i was looking for my metro card, was that i discovered eighty dollars was missing from my pocket.
one of my very favorite streetfinds ever.