rock
the other night after our cooper’s show
dan and i were walking out to our cars
there was a bum wandering the sidewalks begging. there usually is at least one. he had a really strange squealy voice and was asking dan about me “he’s going to make you famous right?”
dan “yep. yes sir”
“is he an artist?”
“yeah he’s an artist and a singer he does it all”
then to me “can i get a cigarette?” i had a free pack of kool milds i got from one of the kool promotion people a while back so i gave him a couple. then to my surprise he reached into his pocket and handed me a polished rock. he said here you can have this. awesome! a polished rock. i’m not being sarcastic. when i was a kid i collected things like rocks. this one is not perfect but it’s definitely been tumbled or polished somehow.
see? as if you needed another reason to help others in need–you never know when you’ll get a free polished rock.
