Best Wishes, the Bronx

                                  So how have you been doing spiritually?

I think I can best answer that by opening my mouth and letting a sucking sound of vacuum come out of my mouth.

                             That doesn't sound good.

                                         It sucks.

                       It's the story of two five dollar bills.

                                          Huh?

                                         I'll explain.

Four years ago I was walking back from the grocery store, and a man in the parking lot dropped a five dollar bill out of his pocket.  Even though I was carrying 24 bottles of Poland Spring, I picked up the five dollar bill, ran after the man, and gave it back to him.  He thanked me and said, "There's not a lot of you left."

                                      Hmm

Four years later I was at the grocery store paying for my Gatorade at the self checkout, and I noticed that the girl who was there before me left her change in the machine, which was a five dollar bill.  My four bottles of Gatorade came to $4.94.

                      You used her five dollar bill to pay for your groceries.

                           There's not a lot of me left.