Some cigarette wielding idiot came to our house on Saturday trying to sell some shit to me. He told me his name, Calvin, and then blew smoke into my face. Getting down to business, he told me he was starting his own business. I found out I could help him out by asking what products he sells. He would then tell me about the product. Next, by ordering the product, he would receive a commission. Finally, I was supposed to rate his selling ability. Higher ratings would give him more "points". I told him I didn't want anything and tried to hand him back his little pamphlet of products (a jacked up laminated yellow card that looked like it had been pooped on and trampled over). He would not accept it back. His next move was to make me feel like an idiot. "You haven't asked me," pausing to exhale smoke with his breathe, "about any products yet. I don't get any points for that." Regardless of his well thought out selling plan, I don't think that his business is going to work out. However, if they start paying people for getting high he may do well for himself.
Later I went to the Lookouts game with my Dad. I love him. We had a good time, but the Lookouts were down 12-1, and that just in the 8th inning before we left.
Cameron and I have been watching "The Wire", an HBO show. It's pure gold.
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