today..

i feel unfit.
i feel weird.
i feel fortunate.

well the fortunate bit came in at the very end of the day where i was smoking my woes away. hanging out at the quietest corner of ecp, i witness an old man on his bicycle making his rounds. our initial thought, he was collecting drink cans for a living. then we realised, he was looking in the rubbish bins for leftovers. leftovers of fortunate bbq goers. the prawns and chickens i put in the bin when its no longer warm, its burnt by justin, or i added too much chilli on the sting ray last week. 5 plastic bags dangled on his bicycle and we started imagining his home. does he have a fridge, a television, or a very sick wifey at home? i made him go up to the uncle with 5 bucks. pretended that we found 5 bucks and pass it to him. these people are the ones who really need the money. not those please please you people on the streets.
and damn what can 5 bucks do for you these days? i hate being poor.
talk about retirement planning.
im sorry its disjoint again.