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By Tardsie
In which amends cannot be made.
Mea Culpa: 55 Cent
15 Sunday Feb 2015
Posted in Stupidity, True-Ass Tales
Promethean Times 
Good thing you weren’t wearing that snazzy headgear at the time. Between that and your false accusations, you probably would’ve scared the poor guy into catatonia.
Catatonia is in Spain, right?
Yes, it’s where they send all the catatonics.
So it seems like you learned a few lessons from Memphis Bob including the important one that not all homeless guys look alike. I admire that you’re a repentant dick of your own accord and not a guy forced into admitting the truth, like Name a Politician or Brian Williams, forced into repenting. Those dicks are intent on putting their own brand of spin on the truth once it’s been exposed. In fact, I think you should be anchorman at NBC now — and wear the snazzy headgear.
No, they don’t take perceived threats well at all. Classic line.
Seeking to make amends (whether one succeeds or not) is what it’s all about.
I used to get homeless people coming in during the winter wanting a dime or quarter for a “cup of coffee” when I worked as a security guard at a newspaper in my early 20s. While I didn’t have a lot of money, I had a lot more than they did. I wish now I’d have bought them a cup of coffee or a sandwich.