On my way back from delivering a hard drive to another studio, I spotted a bum lying down in the middle of the sidewalk. I wondered how long he was lying there and how many people had already walked by. I could see that he was slowly moving his hand in front of his face, and I assumed he must be on acid or crack...
So I asked him,
"Are you okay?"
And he replied,
"Do you have a million dollars for me?"
I said no, I don't have anything.
He waved me on and said,
"just keep on walking"
Can't blame a guy for trying.
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