Stools, Amps, and Cons:

Today my balls fell asleep. I was sitting on a stool at Rolando's (The best greasy spoon in Binghamton possible the US) and when I got up, my balls were asleep. This has happened before, but only when I sit on my amp while playing bass. There are few words to describe the feeling of pins and needles on your balls. Let us just say that it is something you do not want to experience.

Anyway, Last night, I let this girl use my phone because she needed to make a quick call, and as she was searching for the number to dial, she dropped my phone on the concrete sidewalk. I kind of cursed at the sky and told her to be careful with my phone please. After her call I apologized for being so materialistic, it is just a phone, but it is something that is very necessary to me, convenient and used all the time. It is my link to the outside world. She said she understood. I don't think she did.

While walking past the KFC on main street, this dude passes me and says, really loudly, "DAMN THAT SHO SMELLS GOOD!" Then he looks at me and says, "I saw you smiling there, I know what it looks like a black man saying that about chicken, but it is true!"

I laughed and nodded. I am no stranger to stereotypes, hell, I am a Puerto Rican who always has a knife on his person. But one must have the ability to laugh at ones self. Otherwise, you go through life angry at stupid shit. Some stereotypes are based on truths e.g.: Latinos are great lovers.

As I wandered on down the street, this pretty average looking guy approached me and started telling me his sob story about how he ran out of gas at the exit and he is heading home from Horse Heads to Norfolk and he got a ride to a church but there was no one there and if I had any money I could spare so he could buy some gas.

Nice story and all, only problem was that I had heard it before...three years ago from another guy. The freaking story was exactly the same except for the places he was from and going to. I was actually annoyed when he started talking because all I could think was, "I have heard this before and I can't believe that I fell for it the first time." I was pissed off that I had given this person who "needed some help" some money. Fucking loser begging dregs of society. I told the guy that I had nothing on me, which was the truth. He walked away from me and started talking to this other guy walking down the sidewalk. Man....I hate con-artists, and I hate that I gave that piece of shit money three years ago.

I also hate the fact that the story mentions a church so that people will feel like this guy really needs help. "Oh, he must be a guy down on his luck and it would be the Christian thing to give him some help!"

I guess one should never give money to someone who has a story. I do not mean to sound like a prick, but these people just annoy the piss out of me.