The Hippie

One day, a man was walking home at night, until suddenly, a haggard looking man stepped out from an alley in front of him. The man tensed to defend himself, but the person just stood there. Looking him over, he concluded that the man was nothing but a hippie. Something of a comedy caricature of a hippie, really. He fit the bill. Long, barely washed hair, beard, and sandals. Holding a sandwich board reading "THE END IS NIGH."

"Do you want something?" he asked the hippie.

"The world's ending," he said. "I need your help."

The man walked around the hippie, and went on with his day.

"High as a kite!" he thought to himself.

The hippie followed him and fell over beside him.

"Please, I need your help!" said the hippie.

"Look, dude, I'm really not interested in what you're 'selling." he said, shaking off the hippie and outrunning him.

The hippie solemnly went back to his dark alleyway, watching as he disappeared in the crowd. He wasn't all disappointed; this reaction was not uncommon.

"Another skeptic..." the hippie thought to himself, taking off his fingerless gloves and sandals, rubbing the sore gaping holes in his hands and feet.