Spare Change

As many of you have come to find out, I really detest people always asking for change. Well today it hit a new low, I met a gentleman at Earth Day and he said he was running, and will be the next Mayor of Reno. He calls me at the shop today asking for a hundred dollars so he won't get evicted. I mean I thought this guy was laughable at earth day for his claim, but I have yet to have someone I hardly know call me up and expect money. I kind of do hope that he does become the mayor of Reno, just so I can remind him of our earlier conversation. Over the last couple months I have been strategical gluing coins and full dollars to sidewalks. I realize I'm going to hell for this, there isn't the slightest doubt in my mind about this fact either. Its wrong but funny, and gets me through many days. I have even ventured out to getting people to do push ups, jumping jacks, fetching a stick, and picking up garbage for spare change. I work hard for what I have, and I think other people should too. Its that simple, and with everything happening with economy the onset of a recession, get a job fools its not getting any easier. During the coffee shop gig I can count at least 50 people a day walking by that if I were in or near there path they would be asking me for change, and then come the motivated ones who wait on the outskirts of our parking lot and rush in when someone pulls in. I will chase you off with a flyswatter, and post about it on twitter and its an electric flyswatter at that! Ive started coming up with all these unique phrases or way to deal with team spare change, the most effective way is ask them for change first. Your met by a look of utter shock, followed by damn I was going to ask you the same thing. You may also here the famous my car ran out of gas line, and following it up with oh what kind of car, where is the car, or now lets be honest there is no car, creates quality reactions. Now if it is a kid asking for change I cave and give in, that's just sad, and I hate seeing it. Which this really gets me the other day I was handing out passports at the Rush show and a security guard working for the RSCVA told me it was illegal to be handing out Reno Passports but was allowing people to ask for spare change! Honestly what was that about I wish I would of taken a picture of this guy, I want to make shirts. I make his official title Defender of Spare Change Parasites. The best thing is the first thing he does is whips out his badge. Side idea of the moment I'm going to get my own Reno Passport Badge! It will make my Penis grow 2 inches, ego swell two fold, and no one fucks with a man with a badge. What would he do if I pulled out a badge too? Do they cancel each other out? Honestly neither of them mean anything anyways so that's it I'm determined to find myself my own badge to flash, because as previously stated badges equals a larger penis. Which the best part of the whole day was the fact that the RSCVA security guard had a stunning resemblance to the Austrian Horror Dungeon man. They could of been twins, I swear it, even better shirt idea in the works. Yes from this day on so carrying my camera with me where ever I go, and going to buy a charger and cable for the thing. This is going to be trouble, I think I have been spending too much time reading Mr Jerz's blog, just got sucked in again! OK enough of my own blogging and time to read others cheers.