Josiah Cranshaw's storied life did not include

Josiah Cranshaw's storied life did not include him withering. So now he had some things to say before he started blithering:

if I can get me some pune b'fore I die, then I'll die a happy man, an' I ain't fussy. Li'll missy. When I was a little weed, who could just stand on two legs, I had that wanderin'

spirit. Now, I ain't got no legs and I can't do no wanderin'. An' my Li'l Missy--she done left me for another man. He got a good pair o' legs. An' I don't think I'll ever find love

pills like the love pills good ole granddaddy used to imbibe." The crowd broke into wild applause as I set my mandolin into the case. I took a tearful bow and blew a kiss to the

My hands separated from my wrists, derailing the snow. It began quite invisibly and they grew in size until they could hold a well of sacred water. They were gorillas' hands,

and they floated to the heavens. A pure rain fell that day, washing away everyone's worries. This was because of me; I did this. But now what is up there is no longer mine.

The rain washed away my own memory. As I sat trying to remember I saw a "now hiring" sign in front of a donut shop. Was this my destiny?

No! Donuts are for the weak! I will not become a slave to the global pastry industry! The rain continued to fall as I stumbled away from the sign, still unsure of my own past.

A past that I suddenly forgot! I was there on all fours in the rain and the mud looking back at a sign that promised Donuts. My guess is that whomever I am, I must like donuts.