Mack and I hit the galleries on Friday night. Mack wanted me to take him out for art therapy. His rent went up $300.00 a month and his car was repossessed Friday afternoon.
The art tour started at Space Gallery on Santa Fe Street. As usual, Space has a great, but pricey, show. The next stop was Artists on Santa Fe to see Kate, who recently joined the gallery. Kate, Mack and I had a great talk. I could spend all night talking to Kate. Spark was the next stop which has beautiful collages by Janice McDonald. McDonald’s pieces were my favorites of the night. After Spark, stops were made in Core, Artwork Network and Vertigo Art Space, where we ended the night.
Mack and I had a stimulating conversation with Kara. She is one of the most interesting and intellectual people I know. You never know where the conversation will go and the journey is always fun.
It was soon closing time. We bid adieu so Kara could close up shop and go home to her man and son. Mack and I headed to the Wrangler where I bought a round of drinks.
It had been a while since Mack and I had a good talk. I honestly don’t know how he maintains a cheery disposition. He’s in a financial shit storm with no end in sight. Mack is having trouble landing full-time employment so he’s looking for second part-time job. His father will not help so he has borrowed money from most of his friends.
I don’t loan money to friends. I find that it ruins friendships. I will give money to people with no expectation of getting the money back. If the friend is a good person they will pay back the money without being asked for it. I have given Mack money to pay his rent. I have struggled with the decision to help him more.
As I was talking with Mack, I felt guilty about a recent shopping trip where I bought a Jack Spade car coat and a Rag & Bone field jacket at Nordstrom along with a pair of boots from J. Crew. I don’t need more coats and shoes but I wanted them. The money I spent would have saved Mack’s car from being repossessed and paid part of his rent. I can’t help but wonder if I’m being selfish. On the other hand, Mack has not asked for additional help.
Mack ran into an old friend at the Wrangler. Introductions were made. The very handsome friend bought a round of drinks. I passed since I was driving. A friend of the handsome man joined the group. Another round of drinks arrived. I passed again. The very handsome man’s partner soon arrived and secured yet another round of drinks but I had water. Mack was able to have an enjoyable night out without spending any money. I sure he appreciated all the drinks that were bought for him.
It was almost midnight when Mack and I left the Wrangler. Mack appeared to be in a much better mood. I dropped Mack off at his apartment building. He only lives a few blocks away from my house but it’s a whole different world. I was overcome with sadness as I watch Mack walk into his aging apartment building. Mack is a few years younger than me but has nothing but a few possessions. His only hope for a comfortable retirement is an inheritance from his father.
I’m perched on the horns of a dilemma. Should I offer more financial assistance, or should I let him ask? Double A thinks I should not offer assistance. He thinks Mack should have tried to get a part-time job as soon as possible after getting fired instead of waiting four months. Double A thinks that helping Mack is throwing good money after bad. I’m not sure what to do.