Charity Begins at Home

Me and my smart a*s... :-P

 

 

Charity Begins at Home

nothing sucks the joy out
of your life more than trying
to enjoy a taco grande after
another late night out when a
'Feed the Children' commercial
comes on my 60" lcd television
trans fat, greasy slop goodness
with sparse lettuce thrown in
for minimal nutrition-oh yea,
it's iceberg so it could be
strips of tissue paper and it
would serve the same purpose

sorry about the tangent run...

anyway, just as my teeth sinks
into the gooey corn crust, a
zoomed close up of a starving
child with the voiceover
(man, my subwoofer kicks a*s!)
from a man who probably eats better
than my cousins on welfare with 8 kids
pleads for help
now i have to decide if i should
put down my capitalistic taco
and dig into my jelly jar of dollar
bills reserved for late night runs
for fast food, 7-11, whatever when i
get a phone call from one of my
crying sisters-
my nephew has been locked up yet
again for silly s**t and the
family is trying to scrap up money
(I can foresee a collect call heading
my way in the near future)

sigh...

as i try to button up my jeans i had
to loosen in order to get comfortable-
you know, choke down food and be able
to breathe
i almost dropped my iPod while pacing
trying to decide what to do when
a text message on my new cell phone
(man, does this thing have features!)
from my friend alerting me about a
new club opening tomorrow night
it's funny how events that just
bullet train into your life gives you
pause for thought
that commercial is still running-
it's an infomercial so there's another
15 minutes of near tears i'll have
before puking and passing out
my house phone woke me up the next day
and the Caller ID flashed a 'Restricted'
sign so i didn't pick it up
minutes later, my sister's name flashed
and i still didn't pick up the phone-
i had a hangover, so i'm sorry! (pangs of guilt)

there are many constants in this world,
in my world at least:

i will always catch a 'Feed the Children'
infomercial whenever i stumble in at 4am;
the band from the club i was at still around
my wrist while clutching a bag filled with
onion rings, a burger and or tacos
(Grey Goose shots makes me so hungry!)
my knee jerk reaction will be to scribble the
number down in order to set something up until
i remember the condescending voiceover and
mutter "F**k You!" to the screen with my bratty
middle finger while thinking of some witty joke
about the latest celebrity adopting kids from
Third World Countries-they don't need my lousy
15 cents per diem
i will also have relatives getting themselves
in and out of jail/trouble (redundant for them in
most instances) for the dumbest reasons-
at this point i'd love to say i had tree huggers
in my family jumping in front of oncoming
bulldozers for a cause-
so my decision is to carry on with my life
as i have been since i've been on my own;
a struggling 18 year old with a 'McJob' and
barely scrapping money together to pay for
a room and sharing a toilet and kitchen
with six other people
juggling student loans, falling asleep as
professors lectured and passing classes mainly
by the skin of my teeth and by the grace of
God

i'm setting my Righteous Indignation to 'off'
mode now...tomorrow is another day