I am in the Beaumont Public Library, so I must make this short. I am not doing so well. I have been living out of my pickup but it has been broken down going on a week. I guess one would have to call this situation I am in “homelessness.” If walks like a wino and it talks like a wino … ‘scuse me while I interject a little levity here because I am in desperate need of a heaping, helping of laughter. But I also need money. Yes dear friends, I need money to get me out of this dark pit and into something slightly brighter. I don’t need a mansion. I just need my truck to run. And this Thermos.
“Huh? I am not a bum. I’m a jerk. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends and… uh… my thermos. Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin’ on the porch with my family, singin’ and dancin’ down in Mississippi.”
Okay, enough with the Navin R. Johnsonisms. The donation button to the right? Yes, it works by sending money via PayPal, if you make it so.
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