Digging for Change

I'm talking about dollars and cents kind of change. Back in the day, i.e. before my current student status, I used to pocket a lot of change. Quarters and dimes were my bffs, so much so that I probably gave off a "surplus coin" vibe that prompted a friend of mine to purchase an engraved piggy bank for a birthday years ago.

These days, I am overwrung with pennies without another coin in sight. So over the weekend I raided my che's room and grabbed as many quarters as I could. I was feening for twenty-five cents in single, solid [multiple] forms.

I feel like I'm putting in so much effort to my studies (to my life) and getting pennies in return. All I give out is pennies. A homeless woman begged for money months ago outside Mad Mex by Penn and I dug into my pocket and gave her a fistful of change. Unbeknowest to me, it was all pennies. As I walked away I heard a clanging on the ground and realized that she threw that change back at me. A HOMELESS WOMAN THREW MONEY BACK AT ME.

I would continue in describing how I see this as one extended metaphor that has a rainbow in sight. But I cannot. I'll leave it at this. Every smack on the face should be seen as a blessing. Pennies from heaven...