THe FReCKLeD FINGeR

Bless me Father for I have thought, it's been 8 months since my last rant and these are my words...

Wow, I cannot believe that I haven't ranted in over 8 months.  And what is even more impressive, is that I actually remember, verbatim, the script uttered to a man who has dedicated his life to celebacy and even worse, has to sit and listen to wild sex stories as they are whispered through a hole in the wall... it is also known as confession.  That is a pretty ridiculous concept, no?

Anyway, let me get to the point of why I even decided to make the return to rants... my life gets more and more awful as the days come and go.  I know there are probably some awful situations that people are currently going through, with the whole economy and layoffs and whatnot, but I am pretty sure this one ranks up there in the level of patheticism, due to the fact that it is an actual scenario of my life:

I gave a homeless a five dollar bill the other day, yes a five (5)... and I knew he would ask, even after he tried to small talk with me about the housing market or how ridiculous the current asking price for a balloon of heroin is - I am not totally sure how the conversation went nor did I keep the chat transcript, but I DO remember one thing he said after I gave him the 5 dollar bill:

"Yo man, I'll be sure to get you back later this week... mark my words, I'll get ya."

Reality - I have been looking out the window day and night, trying to find this guy because, and there is no real good way to say it but, I am waiting to get paid my five dollars back from yes, a homeless man. 

STOP DUCKIN' ME MUTHF*CKA!