One morning, as I waltzed accross the street,

One morning, as I waltzed accross the street, I noticed two strange men loitering by a broken lamp. I strode over to see what all the commotion was about, and...

as soon as they saw me they said "stop dancin' fool!" I stopped and thought, "i know that voice," so i looked to see who said that and i noticed it was my best friend, Mr. T.

and Mr. T said, "fiction is not something you learn by listening to some wise ass who has never produced a decent novel and gathering one night a week. Fool!"

For which Buddha replied, "Thou are correct, for what is fiction if not a vehicle for human reality, and fruit of the teachings of Life itself?" Mr. T stood in awe, as the fools

pitied him. Mister T decided to follow the Buddha and take the middle path. He gave away his gold chains, grew out his mohawk. and asked people to call him Mr. Theodore. The A-Team

was kinda creeped out how Mr.T - AHEM Mister Theodore - kept apologizing to them in some weird 12stepping Buddhist amalgam. The t-shirt sales were thru the roof, however, and Ateam

apparently doubled as a traveler's rest house. It dawned on me that Buddhist Theodore wanted me to go inside. After meditating for 5 hours (aka napping), I awoke to find Theodore

was just sitting there on YouTube, drinking Red Bull, and picking his nose vigorously. "I thought you wanted me here!" I was annoyed. "I do. I want you in my new YouTube video!" I

couldn't handle their views. None of this made Adsense. "Upload yourself," I shouted, and ran out, into the darkness. At this point, I much prefer the unknown.