Poor Boys Blimp
There once was a little boy that grew up in the Brooklyn projects. He was
extremely poor. Some how he managed to have some of the better things of life
like a treadmill and an obsolete computer from the 80ís. His life long dream
was to own a $650 Lead Zeppelin remote controlled blimp. He asked his parents
every year for six years if he could have it and every time they would say no
they couldnít afford it. So on the boys fourteenth birthday he went and
applied for a job at the local Nathanielís. After talking to the manager Steve
and getting the job he ran home and told his parents that he started the job
tomorrow. The next day the when he got to work he looked around and noticed

Steve was gone. He asked another worker where Steve was. The worker responded he
was fired for being too stupid. The boy laughed and returned back to work. After
weeks of hard work he finally made $600 of the $650 he needed for the blimp. On
his way home one day he noticed a new store. He read the stores name "Iraqi

Pete Discount plutonium and models". So only being human he walked in to look
around. The moment he walked in he was surrounded be a green glow that was so
bright it would put a helicopterís searchlights to shame. After his eyes
adjusted to the glow he saw the storeowner eating pineapples and watching TV in
black and white. The owner of the store heard the door shut and went to the boy
and said hello. The boy being polite said hello as well. The owner asked if
there was a certain item he was looking for. The boy asked if he had a Led

Zeppelin remote control blimp. The man said yes we do right there in the corner.

So the boy thanked him and walked to the corner and his eyes lit up brighter
than the radiation from the plutonium. It was the blimp for $600 tax-free. The
boy asked if the blimp was really $600 the owner said yes why wouldnít it be.

The boy grabbed it, bought it, and left the store. Quickly he ran home and saw
his father. Daddy, daddy he said look what I bought. The father yelled shut up.

I just worked double time triple time at the hospital I need coffee and sleep.

Not affected by his fatherís routine yelling the boy went to his 5th story
window and read the directions and then started the blimp. The sound of the
engine thrilled the boy. Now the time had come for the first flight the boy flew
it out the window and outside where everyone could see it. He was having the
time of his life until it happened. The blimp for no apparent reason went putt,
putt and started on its first and last decent. Crashing into the courtyard in a
loud flaming mess the boy almost passed out. He ran down the stairs fast to see
how bad the damage was. It was totaled the blimp would never fly again. He
started to cry when he noticed something he didnít smell gas. He dipped his
finger in the gas tank and tasted it. It was watered down desil he was swindled
by Pete. Angry, sad and confused he ran back to the store he walked in screaming
and crying. Then all of a sudden he noticed something there where ten INS agents
in Peteís store. He also saw Pete in handcuffs. One of the agents saw him and
quickly took him out of the store and drove him home. When he got home the boy
walked slowly up the stairs like a lifeless zombie. When he finally got back to
his apartment he sat in front of the window and watched the birds thinking to
himself why couldnít I have just waited. The moral of the story is if it seems
to good to be true it probably is.