Flat broke. Eleven bucks to my name. But I didn't care I was gonna get a pack of smokes and a burrito anyways. A guy's gotta live sometime. Walking past the dirt lot behind the gas station I spotted a ten dollar bill smiling up at me from the dirt & rocks. I snatched it up and ran with it held up in the air. "Woooo hoooo!" I hollered. Running & skipping all the way to Losbeto's. Walking back a bean & cheese in my hand smokes rolled up in my shirt sleeve a ****-eating grin on my face. Passing the dirt lot again there was a guy with his head down looking for something in the dirt. "Ya lose something?" I asked. "Yeah....thirty ******' bucks man. A ten and a twenty." "****, that *****." I said, feeling a bit bad. "Can I get a cigarette?" He asked, pointing to the rolled up pack in my sleeve. "Sure." I said, pulling a Pall Mall and handing it to him. "Thanks." "Don't mention it." I didn't normally *** smokes to people I didn't know. But I had to. I mean, he paid for em'. Now every time I walk by that dirt lot I find myself scanning the ground looking for that missing twenty. Every time.