I'm still blown away by the free gas this morning. Maybe this was Karma's payback to me.

I've helped a bunch of people here. Four different homeless people, at least, I got Gina, the young lady stranded in Veterans Park, some ID and into a group home in Columbia.

One afternoon some polite young teenagers approached me in the park, asking for gas money. I told them I wouldn't give them cash, but I would drop gas money off with my pretty Indian friend behind the counter at TazMart.

Yea, I'm an old stoned drunk, but I'm also a nice guy. I help others, without an agenda or ulterior motive.

I would have done exactly what those ladies at the gas pumps did. And that woman pumping my gas for me was delicately topping my tank up to the top until it could hold not a drop more, while trying to reach the fuel max of 35 gallons per transaction, for just one dollar. She fell just short.

Girls, if we ever meet again, please allow me to buy you dinner!