The village idiot of Las Vegas gives his homeless friend a new hat.

The other night a homeless friend from the neighborhood dropped by. The following is a brief excerpt of our conversation:

"Dan, you need a new hat - the one you are wearing is looking worse for the wear. Hang on brother, I got something for you." - Dan is an interesting character. He worked at a local sports book for a number of years and was subsequently laid off. The past five years he's been calling the church courtyard across from my place home.

I have a Chiefs ball cap that I won at a bar drawing. I have never worn it (my hair is far too pretty to be wearing a hat). Anyways, his current lid has seen better days. So I thought it a good gesture to give him mine.

I retrieve it from my room and walk out to the porch - "Dan," I say with a wide grin, "I have a surprise for you," I then toss it to him. "Now give me the thing covering your mop," I request with a sense of urgency, "It's time to retire it."

He inspects his new hat, smiles, and says - "Thanks brother, I have been needing a new hat for the longest time. I will trade you," he removes the filth encrusted dome he is wearing and tosses it to me. Without hesitation, I walk to the kitchen and drop it in the trash.