Among the admittedly impoverished--who is the real begger here?
The Los Angeles Review of Books...or expat LA icon Rodger Jacobs?
The LARB, most recently hitching its wagon to "enterpreneur of anxiety" Joan Didion, screams:
Now, that's real live begging, even from a crew that's mostly dialed in to dependable paychecks otherwise.
Conversely, Rodger Jacobs, in ill health, and who hasn't drawn a consistent paycheck in over a decade, celebrates:
Thanks to Old Mack I had a granola bar for breakfast and Lela enjoyed a V-8 juice, the first food we’ve had since Saturday evening and, due to other needs, the rest of the bucks on Pay Pal have been spent, leaving us confronting another evening without any kind of supper. Tomorrow morning some frozen funds on Pay Pal will be lifted but until then we’re without even the slightest bit of nutrition.
And so it goes …
We have a list of local eateries that deliver in North Beach and take CC orders either online or via phone order if anyone can assist — and we’re not particular. Food is food when you’re malnourished and ill.
Yes, you could give $10 to help keep the overstuffed sacks of dung at LARB--whatever that is--going.
Or you could give $10 to help unsalaried scribe Rodger Jacobs buy a six of Modelo and a pack of Camels, and help keep Rodger and Lela going too.
You could do both or you could do neither. As for me, I know who I'd give to. Rodger Jacobs has entertained me over the years about fifty times more than the overstuffed Riverside beggars at LARB. PayPal Jacobs today at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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