Sunday, August 01, 2004

Piece random word fish, red chicken barrel

I like having work, and who doesn't besides those freeloading... uh, freeloaders.

Truth is, I wouldn't be a good bum. To be a good bum, you need two things: Location and sympathy. If you're going to be a bum, you're going to need to be in a big city, and you'll need a corner or some spot that people are willing to give you free change. If you find a good spot, then you probably stumbled onto some other bum's spot, which leads to a bum turf war, which I think is a great idea for a video game: Bum Fight 3000. You fight over a spot, and you can use whiskey bottles (broken or not), throw random objects, swing your hobo bag, everything is no-holds-barred. If you win, you get money to buy booze or maybe food. But that's beside the point, and I don't want to fight any bums. The next part is sympathy, and even if I had raggy clothes, I just don't think I could pull off that "Pathetisad" look-and-talk that earns a bum his living. A bum is like a salesman, except he's not selling you anything but a feeling that you've done a noble deed for someone in need (Hee hee, I didn't even try to rhyme that, it just happened), and I just don't feel that I could take money from someone that had earned it properly.

Now back to my original point: Work is good, it gets you da money, but it comes at a price: Your time. I like farming, but I also like my time off. Usually, Sundays are that time off. I had to work today, and that just doesn't fly with me. Luckily, I was compensated for my time.

...I was going to complain more, but as I typed I became more rational. I hate it when that happens. Moral of the story: You can't always get what you want, and sometimes the bed of roses in your life has thorns.

Also, did you notice how I just wasted 3 minutes of your life that you'll never get back?

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