The musings of a madman...

       I knew this day would come... I have used the Moe Phillips name quite loosely and without thought of consequences because, frankly, I was clearly sure that there were none. For the most part, that has proven mostly true, save for a couple of little embarrassing happenings here and there.      But this? This could almost be skewed as karma paying my dumb ass a visit... As ever, I'm chilling in the house, scrolling YouTube on the clock between tasks at the ol full-time. In the corner of my eye, I see the screen light up on the Moe Phillips burner phone. It's the Gmail icon. Defying my better senses, I picked it up and read it...      "Moe, What I come to you today with is kind of embarrassing... I own, or I should say I used to own a diner in town. One day last year, I was approached by someone named Maurice who arranged to buy out all of our food for the day if we agreed to feed the community without charging. The day was a hug...

In this journey, I have made a lot of acquaintances. For such a not-people-person , people tend to be drawn to me and this comes as a shock and even annoyance to me sometimes. I am good to the ones I like, try to maintain a civil indifference to the ones I’m “even” on, and a marked indifference to the ones I don’t like. New people tend to not like me at first and usually warm up to me. It is my sense of humor and the fact that I possess a seemingly endless supply of information about INFURIATINGLY useless details that throws some newcomers. Today, we will talk about a recently-acquired  new “friend”  whose initial dislike of me was more because he thought I was a criminal than the fact that I talk a lot when I get excited. It starts with a phonecall. Normally, I wouldn’t answer unknowns, but it was from a 336-373 exchange, so it would be from the City of Greensboro or some other entity downtown… Me: “Hello?” Caller: “Hey Phillip, it’s me.” Me: “You gotta be mo’ paci...