weird day at byerly's

so i gave 10 bucks to a woman outside of byerly's today who had appeared to have been beaten up. some so-and-so guy hit her, dropped her at the grocery store, wouldn't come to pick her up and is with her kids at home. she didn't have money to get a cab. was i a schmuck? i don't know. i just gave her 10 bucks in the hopes that:

1: i'm not a sucker (see aforementioned blog on "one born everyday");

2: she's not out drinking away that 10 bucks (which is actually what i would have done with it);

3: even if i am a sucker, there will be some sort of good karma for me (even if i don't know if i believe in karma; finding a big bag of money might make me a believer).

i asked her if she had talked to the police and she said she had, but also adding the statement "but i'm black."

hmm.

i asked dustin if i did the right thing. he said yes. i felt a hell of a lot better, b/c i just said "here, take this, get a cab, get your kids."

i suppose one of these days i'll finally crush that blood-leaking heart of mine. can't help it, i guess.

on a completely different topic: what's worse? having the "titanic" song in your head b/c of a damn on hold system, or whitney houston's "how will i know?" in your head b/c of a blog comment? THANKS, DAVID.
(of course, i remember requesting that very hateful song to KHIT 97 when i was in very young.)