Instant Karma
I think my tiki gods were watching yesterday. I was about out of gas on the way to work, so I stopped in St Pete for gas. There was a 20-something guy, pretty clean-cut, with a beat up car with Cali plates wandering around, and he asked me if I had any change, because he lost his wallet. I'm old enough to spot a scan, I think, so I dug some quarters out of my console, and pumped my gas. He was trying to garner some more change from people to fill his tank and I thought to myself "I've been that guy, and it sucks". So I drove up to his car, gave him $5 and said "I've been there". He couldn't thank me enough, said he'd have enough to get to his friends house, and I left. I drove away, thinking about times I've been stuck when on the radio comes the Beatles' "In My Life", but it was a cover by one of my favorites, virtuoso ukulelist Jake Shimabukuro.
Were Kane and Lono watching me? In the immortal words of Johnny Mathis, it's not for me to say.
Were Kane and Lono watching me? In the immortal words of Johnny Mathis, it's not for me to say.