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This is the day he would finally meet his destiny.....

John was a miser, a wife beater and a thief. He had deserted his family of four and took up with a floosy he picked up on the road to Philly. She had knarled mousey brown hair, a broken front tooth
and a ripped nylon stocking on her left leg.
"Where ya going, sweetcakes?" 'Where ever this road takes me buster." I used to work for the NCIS but, got busted on prostitution and have been on the road ever since. How about you?"

"I'm a drifter, babe. No strings can hold me down!"
"How about we stop at WinDixie and have a coke to wash the dust out of our lungs?"
"Okay", he winked.
"But first I have to take a little boy's trip into the woods.
He pulled over to the side of the road, while the woman fixed her lipstick.
Some time passed and she eyed the key still in the iginiton.
"Hmmph, guess he had more business to take care of then he fist thought." she muttered to herself.

She saw some deer run by and got out and stretched her legs.
Then she heard a shot and something whistle by her face.
She thought some hunter shot the deer, an pushed way some shrubs to find John face down and motionless. She ran her fingers through his pockets, pulled out his wallet, pocket watch and travelers'
checks and made for the car and drove away.

A few weeks later, the highway patrol got an anonymous tip and found John's remains.
WIth no I.D. he was brought to the Morgue and then buried as a John Doe.....

How ironic!

Karen M. Tylutki
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