Johnny's Corner

I woke up this morning under a bridge. The semi trucks had passed through at top speed. The diesel breeze whirled around my head, blowing my make-shift tent about a half-mile down the road. I needed to get up anyway. By the position of the sun, it was almost eleven 'o clock. It was time to make my sign, and sit by the intersection. "What will I write today", I thought. "WILL WORK FOR FOOD", was getting old, and no one believed it anyway. "OUT OF WORK VETERAN", sounded pretty good, but that legless bastard on the other corner stole that idea from me. So, I decided to just tell the truth, and hope for the best. My sign read: "BLIND CHRISTIAN REPUBLICAN NEEDS A SMALL DONATION TO RELOCATE NEAR A VOTING STATION." I made $300.00 today. Go figure...