I was thinking that it would be delightful to have everyone over to the house the day Patrick Swayzee dies. We could watch Ghost.
Sometimes people in Public give me wierd looks because I find humor in the wierdest shit. Maybe it’s distasteful and maybe it’s offensive. I realize this. But do you know how many people laugh at distasteful and offensive? The answer is alot. People love a good joke particularly if it is at someone else’s most unfortunate expense.
A wise person once told me that there were no toys in hell. And it was with that in mind that I came up with the theory while discussing hell with Andy. I’ll bet they make me go to church in hell. The early service, too. Shit, if I’ve really fucked up, I just may end up at the Wednesday service too! And that’s why I give homeless people cigarettes. It’s all about paying it forward.
And I noticed that homeless people are alot harder to find when you’re actually looking for them. I cleaned the fridge out at work and the to go salads from the morning shift were still in there. So I packaged them up and took them home with me to give to the homeless guy at Race Trac. I couldn’t find him. Then when I did, he said he wasn’t hungry. So I gave him a cigarette and Andy ate salad for three days.