5.23.2002

Who is "Main man"?

Who is 'Main man'?
And why does every homeless person have some sort of belief that I am this guy?
"MAIN MAN!!! MAIN MAN!!!!! MAIN MAN!!!! Can I get a dolla?"
Main man must've hooked a homelss guy up one day and now it's some sort of old wives tale that by calling people 'main man' you will trigger some sort of other being to siphon through your physical being and give a whole bunch of money.
I don't get it. Because I'm not 'main man'.
Cubs game was cool last night. It was gorgeous outside and the Cubs won. The bleacher seats at Wrigley Field are just a beer garden and nothing else. Half the people don't watch the game. They oversell the bleachers by about 3,000 people, so most of the men spend their time hanging out behind the bleachers trying to pick up the women who are just there trying to look pretty.
The good part was that I took everyone's money playing homerun derby.
The bad part was that I had to stick around afterwards to buy the drinks since I had everyone's money. And I had to stick around to give people a chance to win their money back.
The ugly is that I'm struggling at work today. I should know better than to party on a school night.
I feel like shit.
-c

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