al brown jumior was dependent on edith fogarty.
they both hated the president of the united states.
in his youth, al had dreamed of being a karate-instructor and kicking the world’s tail.
al thought of the world as being a big black dog.
edith had dreamed of being a brain surgeon, and operating on the brains of men with billions of dollars, to make them her slaves.
al and edith had a friend named fred gray, who never dreamed.
fred had a friend named ralph jones.
ralph jones dreamed every night, and often during the day.
mostly ralph dreamed of a woman named greta king, who might never have existed.
i am sure there are many women named greta king in the world.
but maybe not this one.
maybe not as many as there are ralph joneses.
you got me there.
so who exactly was ralph jones, who dreamed every night and most of the day?
you mean in his dreams, or in his real life?
what is real life?
don’t start.
all right. but in as few words as possible, who was, or is, ralph jones.
nobody really knows. there are a lot of stories about him.
give me a few.
he was the richest man in the world, before civilization was destroyed.
i am sorry to hear that civilization has been destroyed.
take my word for it.
ralph jones was walking down the steeet one night -
this is before or after the destruction of civilization?
um - it was sometimes during the destruction. but you already knew that - didn’t you, ralph?
you got me, he intoned tonelessly with his trademark smirk in his face.
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