Okay, so Chad Johnson did a moderately kind thing recently. He sent a homeless kid a jersey, presented him with a football camp scholarship (which Mr. 85 didn’t pay for — that was courtesy of Deion Sanders), and led an audience in a rendition of “Happy Birthday” for the homeless kid.
What’s the important adjective in this? I used it twice…
That’s right: homeless. The kid gets to go away (from the shelter) to football camp, wear the jersey, and come back when it’s all said and done to… the shelter. He’s still gonna be homeless. Homeless!
How much of your salary, Mister Eight Five, would it have taken to put this kid and his mom into an apartment? I’m not even talking about buying them a house. Just pay some freakin’ rent to get this kid a home. And you can write it off on your taxes. It’s not gonna make a dent in your wallet. But think of the impression it would make on this kid’s life. Think about what it would say to other professional athletes. Think about what it would say to other Black men.
Yes, you did something kind. Big whoop-tee-doo. The internet’s all abuzz about how generous and fantastic you are. But did you create any permanent, lasting mark on anything?
No, ninja. You gave the boy a jersey and sang him a song.
You can’t pay rent with a jersey. Oh, that’s right. He and his mom don’t have to pay rent. Because they’re HOMELESS.
- Inda
31.May.10 
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Okay, half of kevINda is performing, but the other half will be there in spirit. Inda is performing her one-person show at The Lounge Theatre in Los Angeles. May 18th and 19th at 8:00pm as part of the Three Women/Three Ways show. It’ll be awesome.
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Noticed a recent trend in the topics of Inda’s posts lately? Yep. Dicks. But this is the last one, I swear.
The other night, working as a COCKtail server, I had an up-close dick encounter. Of course, I’ll share.
Guy walks into a bar (starts out great, right?), wanders around, walks outside, notices me and a female guest through a large, picture window, walks up to said window, and… whips it out. Did I scream? Did I run? Nope. Just stood there and finished taking the guest’s really long order, managing to totally block out the periphery winky. Guy finally left, cops were called, hilarious, multiple-comment facebook post, life went on.
If the Universe gives you what you’re always talking/complaining/thinking about, then was this dick pop-up a manifestation of my own recent obsession with writing about dicks? Or would crazy dick-exposing guy have exposed his dick regardless of what I had written?
Just in case it’s the former and not the latter, I’m only going to write/think/talk about the good, no, the GREAT things that I want to come to me. Then the Universe will bring only the great things to me. Yeah, because it’s that easy. Someone should write a book about the subject. Unless it’s a secret or something. In which case, you’re gonna be thanking me for hipping you to this metaphysical breakthrough.
And, it’ll be easy. Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’ Don’t think ‘dick.’
- Dick
oops.
- Inda
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