I wish sometimes

That I liked smoking pot more. Everyone else seems to have a grand ol' time with it. And frankly, it just makes me wanna pass out.

However, for the sake of the holiday, I will smoke some herb. Peer pressure? Probably.

I am a pushover, and I am not ashamed.

Homeless people have been attracted to me lately. I swear I am a magnet for them. They're coming up to me left and right having conversations and asking for cigarettes and money. Maybe I'm their type.

But honestly, I love having conversations with them. And if I can spare a dollar of fifty cents, then I will. Good karma will come around. And ya know what, sometimes people really do need a beer down at the 76 station, and who am I to tell them no?