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While this may or may not be Magic Johnson, he is still a magical fellow. In fact, for this post I may just call him "Sweet Mystical Boy" like the big star song character.
Sweet Mystical Boy was a theatric typewriter repairman when he was younger; a fierce competitor. He put out a challenge to anyone who could fix one then type an essay as to the process faster than him. Many rose to the challenge. Sweet Mystical Boy crushed them with such ease that their families left them in shame. Then a few months passed and no challengers arrived. He had become too good at his own game for any fun. One day, years later, Sweet Mystical Boy had decided to close down the shop. While locking up and standing back to see what he bad nurtured all the years, a young witty fellow came with own flyer of the ancient challenge for the undefeated Sweet Mystical Boy. The young man had come to avenge the disgraceful shadow his father had once left over the family by losing exactly 14 years before. Sweet Mystical Boy decided to open the shop one last time to his devoted fans. They all showed up. Daisy wore her sequenced "Sweet Mystical Boy saved my life." shirt and brought her typewriter ribbon, non-erasable of course, to gracefully dance in the crowd with. Sweet's lieutenant-captain from the war came in full military attire and ribbonry. Just as everyone arrived, the dance began. Sweet Mystical Boy created a swirling blaze of efficiency in his repair making the young fellow's face become a fluster, but all the while he maintained a slight grin. That grin that hints the youth that the old and wise stalk after like zombiesproving that wisdom is wasted on the old. Now when it came for the essay, nobody typed a word faster than Sweet. His fingers turned to what was best descriped in the Sun as "Mystic Blur," for it had only been seen in the case of Sweet. The sight of it was so indescribable that rather than trying to depict the zen, they rather coined the term after it. Everything looked perfect for Sweet. This was just how he always wanted to go out. But look! The young chap was rolling out his paper and checking for mistakes? See, Sweet was so proud of his detail in his repair that his eloquent diction on paper about it could not be compromised. What did this snot nosed brat lay out on the table? A bulleted list? How did he catch up from the beating he had taken in the earlier stages of the heat? Well, the young fellow was Magic Johnson. He had watched the tapes and found his doorway. He proved that the mind was mightier.
Sweet Mystical Boy is still around. He's found something sweeter than the cocaine and safer the the free based light bulb he had turned to after his first and only loss. He doesn't need a lighter to get his day started. All he needs his the sound of thunder kicking up the musk sent of lane wax to remind him that he's still alive. Sweet Mystical Boy can be found at your local alley with a gold earring from his grandma in his right ear and a rabbit's foot in pocket for the chance he merely believes he needs.