Last night in a lonely alley I tried to rob the guy I'm
telling you. It came tumbling from side to side. I walked over quickly and
grabbed him by the flap of the jacket, while it pulled him close to the wall.
He asked what if I killed those who didn't have a penny in their pockets.
-I said yes, even with many money.
He proceeded to get rid of the jacket and shirt. He showed
me a stain on his heart, in case I had a revolver.
-I answered no.
Then he pointed to his right side, at the end of one of the
floating ribs, in a wound that was bleeding. He told me to proceed.
I did it ruthlessly with the knife in my hand.
Dumbfounded I looked at him. It was the same. Without saying
anything, he continued on the path he was leading. If you believe as I do, it
could be Jesus Christ who made me such a charade.