I hate it when you guys feel bad! (Though I not-so-secretly love it when you submit your confessions to the I, Anonymous Blog!)

We were in the shitty Pho place getting take out. They had stopped serving the lunch special. You only had five bucks, you walked out hungry. I could have easily sported you the rest and I didn't. I'm sorry. I failed to act on an opportunity to help a neighbor, and that sucks. I probably set 3 bucks on fire on accident regularly. It makes me as bad as the asshole yuppies I hate for taking over our neighborhood.

I think this is what Johnny meant when he said, "Stay golden, Pony Boy." Got a confession or rant you'd like to get off your chest? Submit that thing here!