i have just been graced by the beauty of a real live hippie
My life is complete. I was graced with the presense real, live hippie. I
saw him while riding the bus, as he was galavanting through Fox Point.
I arrived home and after only a mere 10 minutes of contemplating the
wonderous sight that had just crossed my vision, my doorbell echoed
through out my house. I scuffle to open it and gasped. There, standing
on my front porch, looking at me straight in the eye, was a real live hippie. Hidden
behind violet Elton John sunglasses, his hair was ravaged and windblown
to the point of no return as it danced around his face and came to rest
at his shoulders. Perfectly tied around his head was a tie-dye bandana; he was sporting torn jeans and a scruffy jacket accompanied by an equally scruffy beard. He spoke only this "Hello miss, would you like to donate money to help save the rain forest?" and handed me a lime green flyer. I graciouslly placed 10$ in his dirty hand and he thanked me and went on his way. I think I have just been graced by the presence of God in human form. Definatly.