Three Fake Dollars?

I was walking into a Walgreen's today (just because I was board) and this nice man wearing a basketball jersey and shorts that well... they could have been much longer, approached me. His shoes were black and torn revealing dirty white socks and his smile was almost completely yellow, except for where there were no teeth. My first thought when I saw him was, "ah yes... I've had those long chats with girlfriends too (sorry ladies)," but once that popped out of my head I went to the more obvious (well more obvious now) conclusion that this guy was homeless.
WRONG AGAIN. He assured me that the streets of the city were his home, which kind of sucks, because that is a long walk to the bathroom. I told him he should really clean up the place if he's going to have so many guests. He didn't like that comment.
Anyway, he asked me for three dollars. I said sure man and went for my pocket, but I don't think that was enough. He felt the need to sell me his case. He said he had just moved from Kenya and told me that President Obama's father was from Kenya. Not knowing how exactly to respond to that, I pulled my wallet out. I'm not sure if you ever stop to give homeless people money, but I always find it awkward when I go to pull out that three dollars and a twenty falls out... "Oh hey... what's that doing there? I guess its my lucky day..." Have you ever had a homeless person check for the watermark on the bill as well? "Oh I'm sorry did I accidentally give you my fake Ones? Shoot."
We are lucky to have those people though. They are just a small percentage of homeless people, and without them, I'm not sure how aware of the problem I would be. Next time you see a homeless person, don't tell them to get a job, give them a couple bucks and tell them to get a meal... then maybe you can suggest a place where they can find work... if i can get any people of power to read this (if I can get anyone to read this...) hire them yourself. It maybe a risky investment, but you've seen how those pay off. P.S. I'm not homeless... yet... but once this college thing is over, I'll be looking for a job. hint hint.

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Niche is a funny word... well, at least right now it is... to me anyway. Every word starts to sound funny when you say it more than thirty times in one minute. Sometimes when I say a word too many times in one sitting, I can't help but ask myself if the word I'm saying is even a real word. (Anyone else? Yeah... didn't think so.) Anyway, I ran the word niche through my head a few too many times as I was putting this blog together. (niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche niche... (you're welcome)).
I had a tough time coming up with what I wanted my n!(he to be... so I though the best thing I could do is to not have one... we'll see how that lasts. (By the way... if by some miracle you are still reading this and haven't quite figured out what a niche is, it is the topic of a blog.) I can't see myself blogging about one item over and over again... even though there is so much to know about proper pet squirrel hygiene... I can't wait for that post. I figure if I use the title I chose and the URL I chose, I can take this blog just about anywhere... and I intend to.
So here is what you can expect from this blog... eh, I got nothing. You can expect that it is going to be random as my life is currently more hectic than a... dang, I got nothing again. Anyway... I'm going to end this post right now because I'm at work and my boss is about to check in. Thanks for suffering through this first awkward post.
P.S. If you want to use me as a reference... don't. Something about an immature unprofessional just doesn't sound legit.