Honesty Is The Best Policy

walking down Rundberg
a gentleman of the homeless junkie persuasion
approaches me from ahead

"hey mayne
ima be hones wischu
I NEESUM CRACK!
can you hel'me out?"

i stopped dead in my tracks
looked him dead in the eye
and realized
this was the first time in my life that i have encountered
absolute truth

i grabbed my wallet from my ass
pulled a five
and as i handed it to him i said
"i'm hungover every day because i drink every night"

"thank you"
he said
but
he didn't mean it