The Traveler (11)

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Love, Mom

The Traveler,

He held a little sign and asked for a little help holding it. He held up high a little sign and asked if I didn’t mind, if he could become frosted outside? His head up so high, higher than mine, for a dime.

Praying for an altruistic person of taste to succumb to his deplorable condition, and save him from the frozen tundra of the highway doom.

He must not of known that we cannot petition the lord with prayer but we can request for some change on the side of the street.

My boss caught wind of homeless traveler outside his fancy little storefront, in all black, he popped in the door, luckily I was ready for I had the camera that gave me forewarning,

Boss Man said, Stay school boy you get yourself into a pickle I can’t hope to help you out of.

No worries here boss man! Im on it, I won’t engage in any interactions with this estranged lunatic! He could very welll be connected to all those murderers down in Boys Town.

Indeed, proclaimed boss man with his leather gloves and channel hat, I must be going, bigger fish to fry, let that Traveler know we are watching from above, I got cameras pointed all over his phony ass, show him whose the real dirt bag.

Later Tater!