Once upon on a trip to Atlanta, I saw two crackheads at the stop sign hustling off NCR pads for a living. They were holding up traffic so I was pretty mad so I kept blowing the horn furiously. I just needed to get to work. I just knew it was eight in the morning and I was already late for work. If I didn’t hurry up and get to work I would be right there with them selling those pads at stop signs. I am so tired of my job. I thought about those crackheads selling pads all day while I was working. It made me giggle. It made me wonder where they got them from and what they were used for in the first place. I will never know. Maybe I will see them when I ride back home.