At the library

I am at the Mid-Manhattan Library trying to get some writing done since it is nearly impossible to do so at work.   As soon as I arrive I go to the restroom and there is a homeless man bathing in the sink.  My anger is reserved not for the library or the gentleman washing his armpits in the sink.  I once again cannot understand people who balk at directing money towards programs designed to help people and keep things like this from happening.  I do think things will change in the future.  I am positive the situation will get worse.  I am convinced I am living in Hell.