I hate money. I hate what it does to people. I hate how it makes me worry constantly. I hate how it makes people "better", I hate how it makes people "worse". I hate how it buys advantages from some that others will never see. Living in this city has opened my eyes to the dichotomy of wealth in modern society. The haves and the have-nots. You see Porshes, hummers, and $20,000 bottles of wine. You also see people sleeping under bridges, begging for their next meal, or pushing all their belongings around in a shopping cart. I was sitting and waiting for the bus on a cold Calgary intersection, watching the pricey cars go by in front of me, watching people wine and dine at their expensive lounge behind me. I wanted to put my fist through the window and bleed on their hors d'euvres, I wanted to hijack an audi and push it off a bridge. I wanted to let all these people know that their decadence comes at a price of the proletariat, and that we are dying, and our blood is on their hands.