You Can't Always Get What You Want

Steve was a freelancer. Inside, he knew that meant he was unemployed. But he was darned good with people, could engage the crowd, get them rolling on the floor even. His problem was that he could not write his own material. When you’re starting out, no one knows you. They’re not willing to write for you. He wasn’t Seinfeld, after all.

Tired of struggling in the clubs of his hometown of L.A., Steve had been looking for new opportunities. He found a new source of material. It wasn’t fresh and new. In fact, it was tried and true. Steve straightened his necktie as the intro music played. He walked out onto the stage, looked into the eyes of his aged and weakened crowd, grabbed the microphone from its stand, and said in his loudest voice “Hallelujah, children! God has sent me to heal your wounds!”

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