An elderly negro gentleman stopped me outside the bank and said, "Do you know how good you look today?" And I said without missing a cool stride, "You know, I actually do. I was thinking I do look pretty damn good today." There was a bit of bounce in my step because it was one of those days where I just knew everything would always be alright and cruisy. I was freshly showered and shaved and was wearing my red Bad Religion t-shirt that has two sexy nuns in a quite sensual embrace, my twelve dollar pine green shorts that I have been wearing for the last eight days straight but nobody can tell or cares, black socks pulled up cholo style, brown tattered skate shoes still holding true to style and function, my new favorite flatbrim Volcom custom safety-pin patched hat that I have received two complements for in two days, and my ten dollar polarized bugeyed Queen Victoria market sunglasses for increased invisibility. A damn good outfit to roam the city for suuuuure. I shared smiles and some small talk with Bill, his being a bit toothless, but all genuine and real human heart to heart. Made me realize I am doing exactly what I should be.
I just remembered now about an old negro woman in a wheelchair saying, "Money can't buy you happiness, that's for sure," as she was being pushed out the door of the bank by her friend. Her words and the sure-of-herself wise old woman way she said them put a smile onto my face. I knew she was telling the truth. She had lived her whole life trial-ing and error-ing and refining the answers to life's questions. She knew and I silently thanked her for knowing as I filled out my thirteen hundred dollar bank deposit slip. I worked for thirteen days straight to earn the loot by way of a cosmic blessing that I am so grateful for. Call me crazy (I do) but I consider myself rich having $1,307 and see a whole new world of possibilities. Thank the golden heavens for so much free happiness everywhere! It makes the rest of life fairly inexpensive.
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