A man in a big purple suit finds a dollar on the street (it’s an omen, he’ll have a good year in business) and walks by a homeless man – Gimme some change! – so the man in the big purple suit says - What the hell, here, have a dollar – and the homeless man goes to the corner store with his dollar and yells - One Beer! – the storeowner stops fighting with his wife, answering - No Beer! No Beer! - because he does not like rude homeless people, but the homeless man doesn’t care - One Beer, One Dollar! - the store owner likes dollars and sells him a beer, puts the money in the register and turns back to arguing with his wife, not noticing his son who steals a dollar and buys five cigarettes from a school friend in the gym, but the coach catches them and confiscates the money and cigarettes, smoking the cigarettes in a bar and buying four quarters worth of condoms from the bathroom condom machine which breaks later in the night, spilling condoms and dollars all over a man passed out on the wet bathroom floor, who, waking up, teeters out the bar, where he catches a cab to 157th St., tries to pay with a handful of condoms and dollars but pukes instead and is kicked into the street, a street now full of condoms but no dollars because some kids got to the dollars, which means the next day a man in a big purple suit finds a condom on the street instead of a dollar (it’s an omen, he’ll have a good year in romance) and he walks by a homeless man – Gimme some change! – so the man in the big purple suit answers - What the hell for, you’ll just spend it on booze; here go get laid instead.

c 2007 Gennaro Brooks-Church

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