All we know is Benjis, Mulah, Franklins (12th Blog Post)

      I was being carried down the streets of New York City by some wealthy shmuck in a nice suit. This wise guy was trying to spend me on some lame Starbucks coffee stand. Now, I'm Benjamin Franklin and I don't take no crap from nobody! This stiff wasn't going to spend me on some lousy coffee! So I jumped right out of his hand and landed right in a puddle. I almost drowned but that would've been better than being spent on Starbucks. After the wind picked up a bit, I was starting to get blown around a bit. I wouldn't have minded because the breeze felt pretty nice but then it turned harsh. The winds started picking me up off the ground and blowing me all over the streets of Manhattan. Flying around  the streets, I was suddenly hit by a really hard, fleshy, meat sack. Then I looked up and saw the cutest little face I could ever dream up. The kid stared back at me, then showed me to his parents. "Look it, look it! I found money, mommy! How many toys can I get with this one?" The mother looked at me, inspecting me up and down, then exclaimed, "Oh my god, is it real?" She handed it back to the little girl, saying, "Well, I guessed since you found it, its yours, Liz." The girl started to jump up and down a lot and asked to go to the nearest toy store. Once there, I was immediately exchanged for the nearest stuffed plushes. I was okay with this. This little girl was happy, I wasn't spent on lame Starbucks, and the day couldn't get much better.