You know what I'm sick of? I'm so sick of these politicians and their sweetheart deals for the special interest! Man, that breaks my hump! Come Election Day, that's number one on my list - that and no more telemarketers. I got home last night and I had three messages on my machine. I was feeling pretty good. I enjoyed my newly self-proclaimed title of Mr. Popular. Mr. Popular didn't check the machine right away. Let them wait until I'm ready to respond to them. Turned out that every call was an automated message trying to sell me some crap I don't need. Telemarketers are just doing their job but I ain't buying! Do you hear me telemarketers?!
When I was walking back from Walter's house on Sunday I looked down the street and I could see it coming: There's a guy with a coffee cup begging for some coin. I hate this situation. Early on, when I had some spare change, I'd hook someone up. But now, I leave that to the tourists. I'd like to help everybody but I simply can't. I must look like a sucker, these guys always ask me for something.

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Getting back to the guy, this guy has a different approach. He said, "How are you doing?" I thought to myself, this guy cares how I'm doing, how nice. Then he says, "Hey Big Man, help a brother out." Big Man! Is this the way to panhandle? He had me at 'How are you doing' but lost me with 'Big Man.' I am a big man but I don't like to be reminded of that all the time. I kept walking. Big Man! Why don't the homeless give me the respect I deserve?! Ha ha. I got off track today, not sure how that happened.
That's it! God Bless America.