"I am a luxury hobo. Observe." The bearded

"I am a luxury hobo. Observe." The bearded man on the beach stuck out his thumb and a cruise liner picked him up. "I've been poor in 35 countries and hundreds of resorts. Follow me

and find out why so many hobos are leaving their street life behind!" I had nothing to loose, so I followed the luxury hobo into the vagabond cruise ship. We sailed for weeks,

. One day our sieve washed up on the shore of a jungly island. We used the pink tissue paper to make rudimentary shelters from the scorching sun. Golden crabs helped us to gather

rocks and we built a wall.We did not want to get rescued.We were hoping to stay on that jungly island forever but it started to rain...A tropical storm made our pink tissue paper s

wimsuits transparent. We shivered behind our crudely constructed rock wall, all goosepimply, as we watched the storm turn into a full-blown hurricane! Clinging to each other, we

were ripped apart in not time by the hurricane. I was sucked up into the clouds. I blacked out. When I awoke I was on an island with red sand and blue people.

It was the Blue Man Group, fervently drumming and wildly splashing Day-Glo paint across the beet-red sand. Some landed on my upturned face, like a neon glop of radioactive bird poo

and I started to metamorph. My face became plasticine and I couldn't move my lips. My skin turned ultra-marine blue. I had an urge to drum PVC pipes. I became BLUE MAN!

Blue man the new superhero. However people called me a Smurf so I was sad.