There it was, open every Friday night @ 8pm just waiting for the biggest shot caller to enter their playground and play along within the circus; CLUB VENUS. I was one of the only girls at the club that customers loved seeing and tonight was gonna be special. Not only because it was Halloween weekend, but because the big shot caller was coming in tonight. Long story short, because this isn't the important part, but he threw $20,000 at me. Enough to get me an apartment, but lucky for me, I had other plans through the night.
We're All Horrible Aliens
As my friend Chili & I leave the club from a night's work, I went to walk by the Wells Fargo ATM to deposit my cash into my account. Chili decided to Uber home even though she offered me to ride with her but tonight is just so filled with Jesus. So pure, yet imperfect. The homeless herd is passing by the gentrified neighborhoods and clean roads hoping to find a meal. The city hasn't been this clean since the 80s but externally this very same person, who is homeless, isn't the cleanest but his smile exceeds his situation. I crossed the street because his smile was way too conspicuous as he stood under a street light as if he wanted God to take him up to heaven. So here it is, from woman to man I ask, "Do you need a dollar?" For some reason, he laughs as if I told a joke, but he was dead ass serious when he said,
"No thanks. I consider you to be a generous little lad eh?" For some reason, he had this fake English accent as if he went to the UK for one week and now he's an expert on UK slang. I was so entertained. "Instead of giving me a dollar, put a smile on my face. Ya know there's more to life than just handing a dollar over to the less fortunate. There's many ways to giving back whether that be through currency, having a discussion about history, or our fascination with colors. You choose missy!"
I was floored at how he laid out his thoughts on me giving him a dollar. Nevertheless, I still gave him a few hundred dollar bills to save him the trouble. He was so sweet but I just wonder, why do we look away from such a fascinating human being sometimes to our tiny little phones that have no meaning to us? A vertical rectangle that keeps us in tune with a fake reality blinding us from the war outside. Makes you wonder, "Are we really humans? Or just.... Aliens?"