Tuesday, April 26, 2005
We're walking down the street, and an emaciated homeless man asks us for money. I keep walking, but Actual God stops for this self-proclaimed "old timer." AG takes some change out of his pocket, drops it in the homeless man's hand, and BAM- in a puff of smoke, the change instantly turns into an equivalent amount of crack. The homeless man does not even smoke the crack, but rather eats it, and then I make him dance by shooting at his feet with my Colt 45. And that, little kiddies, is why we don't give money to homeless men.