Home

New Found Meaning

An old one I found from the mid to late 90’s. Seems fairly relevant today.

Fred’s path

“Mister Johnson,” called the young blonde in scrubs, from a doorway. There was no answer.  “Mister Johnson,”  she repeated, slightly louder.  Still, nothing.   Fred Johnson, couldn’t register his name being called, because of an earlier encounter that changed him forever. Fred arose at his usual time of 6:00 am.  He had a routine, and since…

Dopeman