Blog Number Thirteen: Free Type

This is random, but it just so happens to fascinate me:
Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps, cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants: I come before you to stand behind you. To tell you something I know nothing about. Wear your best clothes if you haven't any. Please come if you can't; if you can, stay at home. Admission is free, pay at the door. Pull up a chair and sit on the floor. It makes no difference where you sit, the man in the gallery's sure to spit. The show is over, but before you go, let me tell you a story I don't really know. One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise, and came and killed the two dead boys. If you don't believe this lie, it's true. Ask the blind man, he saw it too.