Karma is a bitch, nice to meet you.

karma.

When I was 17 and broke as fuck living in Hollywood, I finally landed a job. I met with a diverse group of mostly white people in Beverly Hills who worked with an environmental canvassing agency. We hit the streets after a brief introduction to the paperwork, with a fast intro to door knocking tactics and salesman approaches from a Kiwi who reminded me of a retarded Aussie lumberjack. Commission.

We walked for hours, knocking on doors independently and asked people to donate money to our cause. Our cause. Here. let me read you a speech someone wrote for me about my cause... Imagine the outpouring of donation.

I walked about 3 to 4 miles from Hollywood Blvd to Rodeo Drive on the way to work and on the way back. I listened to my walkman. Black Flag, Falco, Godflesh, Cro-mags, Severed Heads, Cocteau Twins.. whatever.

I was starving at the time. I literally could afford two bags of potatoes and four pounds of coffee a month.

In the car that drove us to our begging positions one day (may have been the first and last day I was employed with them), a fair skinned young woman sitting in front of me in the car, slipped five dollars to me. I don't know why or what caused her to do that, but there is one thing I know. I gave some kind of protest to her generosity and she said, "Don't worry about it. Karma".

I had not yet truly been introduced to the concept of karma, but her strange encounter with me would change me.. forever. I needed that 5 dollars. I was starving and hadn't been able to ask anyone for help. AND for the kicker-I never saw her again.

Haunted.

That is why I give "beggars" money even when I have none. Because Karma is a bitch you can never repay. Nothing has made me more driven than being in need. When I say I was in need, I mean.. considering breaking the law to find food and eat enough to stay alive.

Here is the real deal with KARMA:

You can never pay back what you receive in this world, and only those who suffer should lead.