old john boy down the road there, he was standing side of the street waiting for something i forget what but he was waiting fast as a hare. the rain was tipping it down all around him, didnt seem to get wet until the two cars ame by and one lost the bet and had to go behind in single file fashion.
the passion upon the face of our john was reminiscent of the rennaissance period, in that it was deep and meaningful, he looked calm as he looked upon the slightly less beautiful building - a travel lodge - across the road, he wish he didnt have to be out in this weather but he had nowhere to go. his friends had helped hm as much as he could but they wouldnt take him in now as he was soaked to the bone wet from the car that went behind hit that puddle and splashed the jeans upon the man we call john. john patience was hundred percent there then hundred percent gone. he'd been protecting himself but it hadnt worked. the cold water on his legs stinging. later he would be thinking how it was worth it because he didnt have to go to the launderette tomorrow. the weather would be nice enough and he would dry out in the park as he sunbathed or gathered aluminium cans from the garbage cans. he was always happy when he felt a little cleaner than normal, people often looked at him wierd, but if your homeless, as our john boy was, then it was difficult. he didnt know the word for it but he hated the prejudiced people who would look at hiim condesendingly and belittle him from behind their glasses as they sit in their car at the traffic lights. the worst day was when he heard some mother tell her daughter 'dont end up like him baby girl, do your homework'. soo john would sleep tonight in a bush propped up against the fence of a tennis court, it was his speial place, and not too cold either. the bush protected him from too much sun and too much wind. plus he got to lean, a luxury. during the day he would think of his kids who now had forgotten him completely, they couldnt bare to see him, talking to a bum in the middle of the street, they were all grown up too, married. thats what john boy dreamed of at night - it started like a fairy tale book, a long time ago.... he was married, love of his life the whole shabang soul mate. turns out she didnt think so when he lost his shitty job at marks and spencer.
so right now john was splashed up in his scraggy jeans, on the side of the road and he was wondering the best way to get some money pronto,, or should he just go to his bush at the tennis court. what day is it he thought. he didnt know, time he had no clue. mid afternoon he guessed he had been awake for a while. to the shops then. get those people coming out of them to give him the change from the money they just spent, not realising that peple always love their change because it makes them feel like they didnt spend so much.
the next morning john boy found a piece of paper on the floor. looks like a euro millions ticket. ha, might aswell check. winner winner chicken dinner. 140 000 000 euros.
the next week john was broke again. he had so much sympathy seeing other homeless people he had given various numbers of them large sums. he checked the bank balance to which he didnt even have a card onlin with a computer that he hadnt even paid the first installment for in a house he had ust put a deposit on and found that he had no money. again.
one good deed gets you to heaven
