Smorgasboard Of Eccentricities

So I just rememberd the $20 I'll never see again:

Last week, we pulled into the Malco at Tupelo and as I was getting out of my side when a woman was standing there. The first thing she said was that she wasn't trying to freak me out or anything...which usually happens when I open a door and a woman is waiting to talk to me.

She gave her sad story of how she was visiting someone in the hospital, and someone stole her purse and she had twin babies at home that she needed to get to, yet she needed gas money and some to buy fix-a-flat for her car (and maybe enough for a soda also) and that her friend who works at the theater wasn't there so she was basically stranded. Now, all of this seemed credible b/c she said she was from Bruce and all this.

So, being the good samaritan that I am I gave her money and my address so she could repay me. Now, all of this would have been solved if I was mechanically inclined and I could have gone to look at her car and truly help her. BUUUUUTTTT........we were almost late for the movie and, I mean shit man, it was "War Of The Worlds", I wasn't gonna miss that for some slut who needed money for cocaine.

Which brings me to my philosophy: Do a good deed for someone. 'Good deed' is defined as something that makes someone else happy. Whether that means helping them get home to feed their babies or buy some crack to smoke or even jerk off a quadrapeligic. (that was just once, and I wore eye protection) Do what you gotta do, mon frer.
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Over the course of the last 7 days I have •acquired a 'porn buddy', •smoked alot of cigarettes, •in 2 days consumed more calories than the past 7 days, •learned that sometimes your passion can mean more to you than family and you may still seem happy even though most people just laugh at your passion, •discussed to great length (yet not with much embarrassment or alcohol) what 'the whole deal' is with me and that other people may actually see me differently than how I see myself, •watched an episode of "The O.C.," •gotten into a state of anxiety/depression brought on by work, •in the course of an hour poured my soul out onto the table yet somehow brought it back to George Lucas and promtly put a stop to that, •got caught with a Bette Midler CD, and •at some point called you an asshole, though not to your face.

I just thought I could sum up lots of things without detail. I also sometimes loathe this blog, yet also take it for granted. I try to resist those shitty 'what does it all mean' posts, as well as those 'hey, I bought a new StarWars toy today' posts. I really don't know what my readers want. So I hope that just exposing you to new things is what I do, not boring crap you already know/don't care about.

peace out, homies