Today is a rather sweet day, and this walk I went on was like a candy bar surprise in the middle of an already deliciously juicy nectar cake. I was walkin down the road, in a rather bouncy and cheerful way I suppose, and I happened upon a little bird, biting at the bits of bitter bread broadly scattered across the sidewalk, and with each step he looked as if he wanted to stop. He wanted to look at me and say “this isn’t worth it, all these steps and there is never any sweet bread at the end”, And I had all this nectar cake dripping from my lips like strings of guilt that collected in puddles on the patterned sidewalk. So I swept up the crumbs for him, and sprinkled sugar on the pile. He looked as if he wanted to say “thank you friend, for sharing your sweet stuff with me”. I walked some more and saw a dog tethered to a little boy who lost their ball underneath some fence. The dog barked at me and the boy turned and dashed in my direction and he yelled at me “mister mister, won’t you lift the fence me, my ball is there, just there, behind that rotten tree”. And I said to him “OK”. And I lifted the fence so that the dog could go through and retrieve their lost red ball from behind that stinking tree. And then the boy looked at me and said “Hey mister, thanks mister, for lending a helping hand, oh mister, oh mister, you just don’t understand, that was the last ball we had, and we had no moneys for more”. I just shrugged my shoulders and said “Sure”. Then I met a man, said his son and dog were off somewhere, that he was broke and needed money for beer. And I strained and strained but this day had me in a very uncharecteristic mood and I reached for my wallet, I woke up hours later, walletless. And I thought maybe the boy can get some more balls now. Then I realized why I don’t have days like this. And then I realized I actually lost my wallet when I was drunk the night before and tried to rob this olive garden waiter on his way home from work. Unfortunately he had no money (cause he works at the olive garden) and a knife which is a good distraction from a kick to the head.  Now I’m the one with no money for balls.