With all the focus on Occupy Wall Street these days, I felt like pointing out that there is a block in midtown where the people are even greedier if you can believe that. On West 47th Street I always get a very weird and creepy feeling as I walk down the block. I feel like all the men trying to usher me into their little shops are fucking creatures, barely human. Money has left them so stripped of any other quality worth mentioning. I see no saving grace for any of the merchants who pander to people in love, and then sell them shiny little pebbles as a symbol of true love. I have always hated the whole concept of diamonds and wondered how they have managed to mesmerize so many generations of women into craving them…

I stopped for a second and then split, nausea building up inside me. I felt the same way in Vegas, and barely spent an hour there…

©Matt Weber