Coming out of the Masquerade, a venue in Atlanta, after seeing.. man, I have no idea. Catch 22 I think? I dunno. Anyway, walking out of the venue this hobo with hands that were just horribly deformed from arthritis asks me "Are you the devil?" Since I didn't have hobo stab insurance at the time I quickly inform that I am not the devil.

I give him about a buck in change, my buddy(not from the city) stupidly opens his wallet and the dude just snatches 5 bucks out. He felt bad for the guy so he didn't really say anything..

uh. the end.