Sometimes people are nice.

I was passed out on the corner last night after finishing one of those Wet Willie’s “Call a Cab”s and when I woke up, I had a cup full of change and dollar bills. I think people knew who I was and decided to help fight crime in their own ways, by donating to the cause.

I get thanked a lot too. Just last week some guy told me : "Well, fuck! Thanks a lot. Now I get to rebuild this damned brick wall all over again. Thanks a lot you freakin' drunk." I'm glad I could help him. He seemed like he was dissatisfied with his previous wall. I can't blame him, it didn't hold up well when that dumpster I threw at Dr. Chronos the Timebender hit it. I like to imagine that nice man whistling a merry tune as he builds it again brick by brick. :)

It's good to see that average, non-super citizens are trying to stand up for themselves and help each other by helping us. They care about the gooderment of Mankind (not Mick Foley), and the appreciate us helping them all the time too. It's like Mofo always says: "It's always good to help the common peon. Lord knows those retards can't help themselves."

I'm gonna go and ponder how we can ALL help improve the world and then meditate for a while.
(Sponsor's note: By that, I think he means drink and pass out.)

LC