Yesterday a homeless guy asked me for money. I happened to have some change wasting away in my pocket so I gave him 75 cents. He asked me if he could say a prayer for me. I was like "why the hell not, crazy homeless guy can do whatever he wants". But we put his hand on my head and started saying something about how I was a good person and Jesus should watch over me or some such. definitely too close for my TB-avoidance measures. I left the guy and ran to my shuttle to meet David and drive home. So on the way home I was thinking "huh, I gave a guy some coins that would have ended up forgotten in a jar on my desk otherwise, and he was better off, and now maybe I have a Jesus looking after me and if thats true then thats pretty cool too so I guess giving money to that guy was good..." AND THEN WE HIT A FUCKING CAR.
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so yeah....I don't know.
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Also, I hung out with your sister the other day in Paris.
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