Sunday, January 27, 2013

Columbia

Why is it that nothing from Columbia ever seems to slow you down?

Everything is fast down there. Even the snails, you can barely see because they're moving so fast. It might be left over cocaine or perhaps escargot happen s to be a delicacy down there.

They say that every $20 bill has traces of cocaine on it. And those are just the bills in Congress. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "passing a bill", doesn't it?

Why $20? Are they thicker, or might it be that the user doesn't want to look cheap. I loved Rodney Dangerfield's line, "I don't use cocaine, I just like the way it smells." I miss you, Rodney.

In the movies, it seems like thugs and those who play them on tv are the only ones depicted as users. Not true. I remember my first roommate. He used to bring first who looked like they were either hookers, or in training.

He also brought home pot. It bothered me, but I didn't say anything, for two reasons. One, it was just pot, and two,  someone was going to get a lot of junk food very soon. While I didn't partake of the girls or pot, I loved me some Doritos.

One day, however, I came home and he was cutting some cocaine on the coffee table. I immediately packed my things and left. Now,let me clarify. It is never. My job to ever judge anyone. There, I believe, there is only one judge, and it certainly isn't me. The guy's father legal and never came back.

Everyone had a story.that dictates behavior, good or bad. I never know what someone else has been through. I've never walked in their shoes,except for my roommate's, because he had some really cool shoes.

We are who we are today, because of choices we've made. How we got there, only the individual knows. I've done my share of work at the local shelter, and many of the folks have college degrees. I met one who had five. Five! What I don't know, are the reasons he was there.

No one is better than anyone else. God loves us the same. I'm just a sinner,saved by Grace. What have I to brag of?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I see a group of nerdowells up to no good. I better call the cops.

See you tomorrow.

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