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tell me: what does your entertainment center look like??



(Yes. A little over a year ago, Samuel L. Jackson stole my entertainment center.)

I'm all about some goodwill. I always give a penny rather than receive a penny. I once even gave four pennies (it was a good week). I like to give bums high fives. Maybe they requested a dollar, but high fives are more personal...and you can't buy crack with them. I even buy $5 candy bars from those kids you see at every shopping mall. And then i turn around and sell them for $6. Ha ha kid.

I do all of these things. In good will.

But something troubling is afoot at the Hollywood Goodwill on Vine Street.

I went there today to drop off an entertainment center that i just couldn't fit into my life anymore. As i was unloading it from my truck, i was approached by Samuel L. Jackson, or at least his doppelganger.

S: "Hey, man! What you got?"

(Is Goodwill a center for drug running nowadays?, I thought. I knew something always smelled funny about that place.)

Me: "Just an entertainment center man."

S: "What kind? Are there any big screen TV's with it?"

(Is that what people drop off here, again, I thought? if so, i need to hang out here with Samuel L. more often!)

Me: "Nope. Sorry. This is all I have to give. But at least it's going to a good cause."

S: (Suddenly, Samuel L. let out a huge Samuel L-like laugh.) "Yeah, like out the back door."

Me: "You mean they just steal it? I thought they take the money they make and give it to kids. Or the families with 10 kids."

S: "Nope. They pocket that shit, Steve."

I wasn't even upset that he called me Steve. I was more upset that I had been duped. As I drove away, I realized that the proverbial wool had been pulled over my eyes for my entire life. I always hoped that maybe my unwanted items would end up in a struggling B actor's crappy apartment. Like a rainbow breaking through the gloom and fog of their Hollywood life.

But no. It's probably now in the possession of Samuel L. Jackson, who was eyeing it as I drove away. So next time you see Samuel L. on the big screen, think of me. And the rainbow that I brought into his non-struggling A actor career.

disclaimer: This might not be the case at every Goodwill in America. Just Goodwills that Samuel L. Jackson or his doppelganger likes to loiter around...
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