The village idiot of Las Vegas reads his blog to a homeless guy and his imaginary friend.

"Do you think you could spare some change so I could get something to eat?" Yesterday I ate lunch at my favorite dining establishment in North Las Vegas (Burger King). A grizzly looking fellow, I 'm guessing he was in his sixties, wanted to know if I could spare some change so he could get something to eat. I tell him I will buy a hamburger if he is willing to listen to one of my blog posts. He agrees - I began reading.

I'm a quarter or so through the story and he starts mumbling something incoherent. I stop for a moment and notice he is glancing to his left talking to an imaginary person. He stops suddenly and I began reading again. I am now three quarters or so through the post and he began mumbling again. I stop and look at him. This time he is pointing at his imaginary friend. I pay no heed and continue reading.

I finish reading the post and ask his thoughts, I also ask what his friend thought - "It was a good story man," he then looks at his friend and looks back at me - "She thought it was a good story too. Can I have my money now?" I reach into my pocket - give him a few dollars and tell him I appreciate him listening. I then look to the seat his friend is setting - and say -- "Thanks for listening and telling me you like it. I appreciate it." - The homeless gentlemen turns as he is leaving and says -- "She says your welcome."