The village idiot of Las Vegas reads the best story ever.

If you walk out the door to my apartment; take a hundred steps to the sidewalk, walk another one hundred fifty or two hundred feet west, turn north, walk a block and a half and then look to your east. You will find a Montessori school. This particular school is designed for the K-4 crowd.

"Hey mister, you want to read this story about my mommy? The teacher gave me two smiley faces." As I was walking by the school on my way to the bus stop, the cutest little bugger I have ever seen accosts me. "It's a really good story mister. You can read it if you want." Initially, I told him no thanks and started to walk past. And then I saw a big frown suddenly appear on his precious little face. It was evident he wanted to show off his efforts. So I obliged him. "Let me see it buddy. I would love to read it," I tell him.

He hands a folded piece of paper to me and says - "All my friends and my teacher like it." I unfold the paper and began to read his story. It went something like this:

"My mommy is the best mommy in the world. She loves me more than all the puppies in the world. My mommy is the prettiest girl in the whole wide world. My mommy likes chocolate ice cream like me. My mommy took me to Disneyland. Even though my mommy and daddy live together no more. She still loves me. She said my daddy loves me too. My mommy got me some new shoes so I could play baseball like my hero Bryce Harper. My mommy tells me that she loves me with all her heart. I love my mommy with all my heart too."

I finish reading the little buggers story and hand it back to him. "That is the best story I have ever read. You are so nice to share it with me," I tell him. He then looks at me and says, "Thanks mister, you are nice. The next story I write is going to be about my dog Lacy. I love her next after my mommy." I tell him to keep up the good work and walk off.

As I sit here putting the finishing touches on my post, I wish I had a time machine so I could go back and tell that little bugger how much I appreciate him and his story. He made an old, broken down, daydreaming bum feel really good for a moment. I am extremely grateful to him for that.