dear the blind man diary,
seeing a blind man drop all of his money would be a dream come true for someone, but in my dream, i squeezed through the line and picked all of the man's money up and gave every single dollar back to him- without knowing he was blind until AFTER i had done the good deed. i heard angels singing above my head in chorus- just like in the movies- only it was still in my dream. then i ran into dude a few days later and his friend and i asked him if he got all his money straightened up from the other day at the store and if it was all there and his friend came up to me and told me he was still missing a good portion of it. oh i was just sick as hell about the whole deal because i was positive i'd picked up every single bill. i started crying for the blind man. i felt really fucking guilty and wished i'd never helped the man in the first place.
