I was a little kid when the attacks on the World Trade Center occurred. My Mother got me out of the Catholic school and we ran home to see my dad in the kitchen with the TV on. My interest at the time was on airplanes. I absolutely loved them,

As a man, I didn’t need to see the catcalling video by Hollaback! to know that women are frequent victims of verbal harassed on the street. I’ve seen it. I’ve heard it. To be honest, I had become so numb to the act that I’ve laughed about it. I laughed,

<a href=”http://brokeassstuart.com/wp-content/pictsnShit/2014/03/catcalling.jpg”><img class=”aligncenter size-full wp-image-68864″ alt=”catcalling” src=”http://brokeassstuart.com/wp-content/pictsnShit/2014/03/catcalling.jpg” width=”580″ height=”383″ /></a> “Why’d you let that ripe piece of ass get away?” There were 20 of them. Big fuckers. No like BIG fuckers. And they were drunk too. They were standing on the corner of Broadway and Columbus, outside the pizza place,