The Look

” I remember vividly when I got “the look.” My hair was grimy and my clothes smelled from having been worn for three straight weeks. I buried my unshaven face into my jacket as I stepped onto the E train in New York, clinging to my green garbage bag of belongings.
It was holiday time and the train was packed, but it was my home at night during the winter of 1983-84. I was exhausted from walking so much, searching for a job. A seat opened up between two passengers and I sat down. A well-dressed woman gave me “the look.”
How did I know what “the look” was? Well, I used to give it before I was homeless — “

Read the rest of Michael Sullivan’s comments over HERE on CNN.