Wednesday, September 8, 2004

Cranking the Sirens.
I'm very pleased with myself.

Remember a couple of months ago when I was a generous young lad and give a dramatically poor black man five dollars in the Ingram Park Mall? If you don't, then well.. Basically a guy walked up, told me a sob story that was laced with glaring lies and I gave him money out of blind generosity. A few tips, people- If you are going to scam people, A.) Don't scam people who are study people's way of talking and acting. B.) Don't scam the same place for too long. C.) Have a good memory so you don't try to scam the same person twice.

So I'm standing by the entrance staring out into the light of day, whimsically daydreaming of things far grander than the normalcy around me. The guy approaches and gives me a hearty hello with a different, less dramatic sob story than before. He doesn't recognize me but I recognize him- "uh oh". When he is done, I give him a large smile. One of those surreal, awkward "I'm onto you" smiles. This really dismantled his facade, he got pretty jittery when I just out of the blue smiled at him like that. I gave him only two dollars, just to humor him- he seemed satisfied that he had gotten another random fool and began to walk off. I wished him good luck with his job- he didn't really catch what I meant, so I smiled a bit more. I was still smiling pretty big and I determined that I needed to mess with this guy a little more, just to satisfy myself.

So I shadowed him. I followed him through the mall quietly, from a safe distance. A few minuets later, he found another teenage guy and began to talk to him, so I slid behind a local support column, leaning against the rail. Staring down onto the first floor, I waited a few seconds before I leaned foreword over the rail [around the column] and saw he was still talking to him. I went around the column to the other side, where, if he turned around, he would see me right there- just staring at the first floor, with an amused look on my face. He got done taking the guys money and turned around- he had a very surprised look on his face and I just nodded to him, grinning a bit. He lost a lot of the hop in his step but he was pretty smooth after he gathered himself. He approached saying "You waitin' for your girl?"

"Something like that." I replied.

"Jus' chillin, huh?"

"To a degree, yes."

He seemed pretty worried for some reason, I can't imagine why, and left ASAP into a nearby store. I think if I see him again I might mess with him some more. I have no problem with people abusing my generosity, that will obviously come if I am so free with it. But, you need to be sure I don't find out about it. Hide it, be careful please. Otherwise I become quiet amused by toying with you as much as I can, tormenting you as much as possible.

Yes, generosity is a good trait to abuse I suppose. As long as you are good at abusing people's generosity, you can get a lot- I would know. But you need to be sure you understand your foe. I endorse any feat of cunning, underhandedness you wish to do, just do it well or else you will crash and burn.

Aside from my escapades with that panhandler, I got two new CD's. Soilwork's Figure Number Five and Mastodon's Leviathan. I'm quite happy about these two CDs and recommend them to any of you pseudo-metalheads.

Welp, that's about it. Hope all goes well for you.

Sayonara dudes, dudettes, heads of state and otherwise.
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