Reflection #3

I am tone deaf. I may sing while I drive on occasion, but I suck ass at singing. I am terrible. On that note, I have never ever seen anyone break out into song randomly. And I have never seen anyone break out into "A Whole New World." Not really something I expected to happen in downtown Milwaukee. Another thing I didn't expect was a panhandler to come up to me and my friend and tell us a heart-wrenching story about how he lives in Burlington and he makes a lot of money and his wife is in Texas and he needs money for gas because he doesn't have much left but apparently enough to keep his car running on the corner. I thought it was so great I recorded part of his story and used it on a previous blog, but apparently I am incapable of properly using a microphone according to certain people. Another thing that hit me like a kick in the chest was this: after the guy panhandled us, he got in his car, and my buddy who had given him five bucks was pissed and wanted it back. So we followed this guy for about 20 minutes. And, even though we shouldn't have, we were going to try to tip off the cops because of the principal. Not a single cop in sight. After we lost the guy, we saw two squad cars, a motorcycle cop, a meter maid, and a paddywagon. It was the second time on my treks that I saw an abundance of police without any clear purpose.