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June 20, 2004

$50 on the ground

(20:56)


It's just there. A fifty-dollar bill. It seems to be in plain view. Not hidden. How'd it get missed? Should I take it? It's not like there's anything I did to earn it. It's not like there's even any special skill I had that helped me find it. I just happened to be the first person to walk by after the whoever that dropped it. When did he--How long has it been there?


Is it defective? Counterfeit? Is it a trap? Someone's watching me and it's a test of integrity. I should leave it. Or pick it up and dial the SPCA or the FBI or the HBO or something. But I shouldn't.... pocket it!


Or maybe I'll just use it for good. Not for selfish things, for someone else. For someone needy. Or maybe I'll just hang onto it and wait to see if someone puts up a sign... Yeah right, what would such a sign read... "lost, $50-bill, sentimental value, call 51N-9M*$ ask for Yo' Daddy, sucka."


I think I'm gonna stop waiting for the other shoe to drop now. I'm going to stop waiting for the proof that the money is too good to be true. I think I'll take it at face value. It's about time I learned to do that. Sometimes, I can be lucky. I can come across something that I didn't deserve, and it won't be a crime for me to accept it! Life is like that, and I should be grateful. And Take That Fifty Dollar Bill!


Unless, maybe, it's... diseased??