Brick wall

i don’t litter except for when there are no trash cans around. most of the time i’ll give my seat to old and pregnant people on the train too. if i don’t then i at least pretend to be asleep so they’re not offended. when i find a wallet i take the cash, but try not to forget to mail back their ID’s and store memberships. those are harder to replace. usually i don’t smoke in front of kids either. people smoking used to be eerie to me. it gave me a sense that adult life wasn’t as simple as the “school house rock” tapes we watched in class made it seem.

lately i’ve been thinking: am i really a great guy? i’ve never stolen anyone’s identity. i feed stray cats and have told my mother i loved her in the past 6 months. the kids i bullied for being nerds in 7th grade turned out to be engineers. the kids i got into fights with in 6th grew up to be MMA fighters. in the past 5 years i’ve given around $210 to various charities. i’d considered giving more, but most of those donations get spent on stupid shit. like superbowl commercials. there are a lot of strange conspiracies about the assassination of the __th president