projecta119

So I was at the mall, and there's a little guy there who works there sweeping, he has some congenital birth defects ... if I happen to catch his glance I say 'Hi' and say a little prayer for him, and thanking God for my health, and that if I ever do have a children, keep them healthy, in and out of the womb.

Cut to me leaving... and I'm following two people out... you know the type, middle age losers, probably some salesmen types... definately schiester-ish, likely cheats on their taxes and their wives... they are having a chat, and glance at my little buddy and continue thier conversation and laugh a little...

I wish I would've heard what they said, I strained my ear to hear... because I bristled... I took off my hoodie... I was a split second from demanding them to repeat to me what they said, I wasn't sure, i had to be sure.... but one thing I was sure of I stepped up my pace behind them, listening. They didn't say anything about Mr. Sweeper...

because had I heard the words I was straining to hear... I was going to promise them, that they'd pray to look as good as Mr. Sweeper, after I got done with them... I cooled off a little and examined the situation... I think either way, I'd have handled it 'nicely'.


words to live by
"I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.

kickboxing, sport of the future!"