10-25-2016, 02:18 PM
I don't understand math. Sometimes I'll be in line at the grocery store with something that's less than a dollar, and I'll count and recount my change until I get to the register, and then hand over the wrong amount. I used to get embarrassed about it. But then I learned the art of jive. Jive. And being alone, in jive, which is deeper than nonsense. Because there's always a level of common sense to it that the average person at the cash register isn't interested in you enough to continue the conversation about. And that's not easy, when you just want to go around making sense everywhere, but you get used to it. Because, it works.
I used to pull this stunt where I'd, let me tell you about math; I'd rip a twenty dollar bill in half, and I'd go up to the youngest, most inexperienced looking person at say Walmart or the mall and tell them I just got it that way. And it was easy as ripping a twenty in two and I could buy forty dollars worth of stuff in the same store using one twenty and some change at two different registers. Things have gotten more uptight lately. I buy a belt at Kmart and the girl holds my ten up to the overhead light to make sure it's not counterfeit.
I used to pull this stunt where I'd, let me tell you about math; I'd rip a twenty dollar bill in half, and I'd go up to the youngest, most inexperienced looking person at say Walmart or the mall and tell them I just got it that way. And it was easy as ripping a twenty in two and I could buy forty dollars worth of stuff in the same store using one twenty and some change at two different registers. Things have gotten more uptight lately. I buy a belt at Kmart and the girl holds my ten up to the overhead light to make sure it's not counterfeit.