OK, I think I figured it out! Your mom is absolutely right. The bums represent your past indiscretions. Your wallet is your soul at the time: empty. The guy on the bike was your guardian angel saving your soul. The cops put you on the path of righteousness and the hooker represents temptation always looming in the background. I'm just making this shit up, so work with me.
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Is he right? Because that is one popular interpretation, and I'd like to believe that, but I was there. The wallet does not represent my soul. My soul is clearly in the briefcase after it was extracted through the base of my skull, thereby requiring a telltale band-aid. The cops represent those who oppose free market capitalism. The prostitutes represent the free market in its purest form. The bums represent the moochers and second-raters looking for a handout. The wallet represented my value in our capitalist society. It was empty, but only after I supported a local business by holding a master class in crapulence. Although penniless, I was rich because my philosophy was pure. The whole evening was my journey, in both the phenomenal and noumenal worlds, to Galt's Gulch. The bicyclist was none other than John Galt himself, saving me from the moochers and the fascists. The hooker who looked like Nortorius BIG represented Dagny, my love, who was a bit of a whore, now that I think about it, but knew something about putting down rail.
Ha! A much better interpretation. I think this could be the start of a great novel. Btw, you had my vote for Jester last week
Thanks. I really like your stuff. There are only a few people I auto upvote, and you are one of them.
Wow, thanks!!!