those that know me know that when I get sick, it usually is over before it begins.

and I think I’m the same way with what an old friend of mine describes as ‘having an Eeyore’.

yesterday freaked me out a little bit.

will the money be there eventually?

yes.

I think so.

I hope so.

and if I told you the paltry sum, you’d probably laugh.

it ain’t much.

but it’s enough to get me where I need to go.

so I sat.

and I sulked.

I walked around the block taking note of an older man in an Eagles cap with his shopping.

I don’t have money for shopping.

not now.

and especially not in a few weeks.

I wanted to see what he was holding, but was scared he might take me to want to talk about the Eagles.

which I really didn’t.

so I sat and I stewed.

worried and wondered.

looked up quotes about worrying online and memorized a few.

but then thought about the shopping man I passed.

he didn’t look rich

and was shopping at CVS.

and in all actuality, was living paycheck-to-paycheck.

I don’t have a paycheck.

which means when you take the monetary factor away from that sentence,

you’re left with just ‘living’.

and that helped me.

a whole lot.

I wanted an adventure.

and an adventure is what I am being given.

yesterday I didn’t want to think about having less than $500.

today I planned on what I would do with nothing more than $500.

and I had a few ideas.

I have a few ideas still.

ideas I might need your help on.

names of places and people you might know.

or people you might know who might know names and places.

because, although we’ve probably never met.

I know if I asked for a meal.

you’d give me a few smackerels.

if I showed up at your door when it was raining,

you’d at least let me sleep on the porch.

so I won’t starve.

I won’t sleep in the rain.

the basics are taken care of.

which, upon realizing, opens up some new ideas.

one’s I’d like to share,

but not tonight, maybe tomorrow.

because what kind of an asshole sits on a friend’s couch,

one who cooked Thanksgiving for him

with a beer to my right,

big pillows to my left

a few tickets to a far-off land on the coffee table

and moans?

an asshole.

so it’s no longer ‘only $500′.

it’s $500.

exclamation point.