Wishing Well.
I’ve been getting pissed off lately that there aren’t enough wishing wells to help me get the things done that I can’t accomplish on my own. It’s not that there aren’t enough wishing wells, it’s that there aren’t enough wells period. I don’t even know if there is a “well” let alone a “wishing well” anywhere in NYC. Point is, I don’t give a shit if it’s lucky for someone, I just need to throw some change away and hope that it’s good luck. My philosophy is that if the money I had in my hand is now gone, it’s destined to be something I can make a wish on. Fuck a well.
I tried to solve my wishing well problem by throwing some change. It wasn’t in a well and it wasn’t in a sewer. I tossed a quarter on a roof. The first time I did it I made a wish. I’m not gonna tell you what that first wish was but it almost came true. I looked for unknown factors that may have lead my wish astray. Maybe the roof wasn’t high enough so I threw it on a 4th story and it still didn’t get the job done. At least not yet. As a last resort I tried a new tactic. It goes a little like this.
I threw my change at a homeless person as hard as I could. It didn’t matter if he was sleeping or standing, he enjoyed it. I threw all my change as hard as I could at this homeless dude’s head and you know what? My wish came true. What was my wish? It was a wish of hitting a homeless guy in the head with a bunch of change.
Good luck and happy wishing.