Walking around at 6:30 in the morning, drained, head down.
Scanning parking lots, foraging for change. (The Popeye’s drive through window is a good source-people craving fried chicken overlook their dimes.)
Hoping the scavenging will add up to a beer.
Giving a lascivious side-eye to each scrapped, pimped-out and step-childed airplane bottle of “VSOP” brandy:
In front of Wal-Mart,
next to the dry cleaners,
in lazy homeowners’ overgrown yards.
I believe the, trampled-on, skid-marked second hand liquor
will collectively add up to a shot.
Buuuutttt,
Not that desperate.
Yet.
Licking my wounds on the way home, it dawns on me that a Korean 500 won coin looks exactly like a quarter, down to the little ridges circling the circumference.
I have twenty or so of these in a bowl on the dresser, collecting dust from travel years ago.
They’re worthless-like my state of mind.
However, a Buddhist monk told me objects don’t change, the mind changes.
So, let’s change the change into something worthwhile.
The Korean coins and a few real quarters. Precise palming. Looking the cashier in the eye and telling them exactly how much I’ve got.
Aaaaannnnddd:
Katy bar the door!
A six pack for 50 cents.
Cheaper than Seoul, motherfuckers!!!!!!!!
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I’d agree with the monk. Seems very wise.
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You’re absolutely right.
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