WhentheLeveeBreaks hits the streets with a pocket full of cash hitting up a few jobs he came across in Chicago. To no avail, the fine work accompanied with skills went totally unrecognized. Eyebrows raised, going into what is known as think mode, and once again WhentheLeveeBreaks finds his hand back on his forehead. He thinks out loud for all to hear. "The levee broke!" 

Anyone advertising in need of workers who do not answer are full of shit. The levee broke and crying will not help you not will God.

Burnett is walking down the street in a fancy fur coat when he sees a crazy homelessman rambling and saying crazy things feeling pity for the man Burnett gives him some change.

"Damn homeless. Find a job!"

The old bum was enjoying a fresh cheese sandwich (which had kindly been donated by a local patron) when she heard burnett calling out her kind. 

Damn punk, what do you know about hard work. I've been pounding these street for the last 12 hours to earn this $35, and some schmuck like you thinks they work hard when they take it from me at gun point.  

the old bum catches her breath, you are unsure if that smell is coming from her mouth or if it is just her natural musk

spare change for a widow?

WhentheLeveeBreaks gets up from the table drops 60 bucks in the waiters hand instructing hum to keep the change. Looking up and down Sunset Boulevard he spots a few stragglers.  A man wearing a soiled fur coat was tossing change at a small group of folks. If it were not for the soiled spot on the fur coat,  I would swear that was the fur coat my wife donated to a local church. My focus suddenly shifted to a woman who spat on the pennies thrown her way. She walked off and got in line at a local fast food joint. I jumped the line and tossed the cashier 20 bucks "Give that woman wearing that sleek black leather jacket whatever she wants."

While fishing for his lighter, WhentheLeveeBreaks lets a hearty laugh. The fucking levee  broke. Crying will not help you nor will God.