PART TWO OF STORY TIME YAY

This one is for Ricky. yeah. Wrote it several years ago.

As I looked out the window of my limousine, I saw a small plume of smoke. It was kind of pathetic, but I knew it could quickly spread. So I ordered my chauffeur to stop the car and Frank, a man who had no point in life except to open the door for me, to let me out. I stepped out and checked on my 10 pedigree thoroughbred horses. They were fine. I took one out and mounted him, trotting towards the smoke. I soon saw it's source, and the scene just wrenched my heart.
There was a man trying to get a fire going on the cold day. His jacket was thin and ragged, with no buttons or zipper and holes in the elbow. His shirt was stained with grease and blood, and the bottoms of his pants were shreds. There was a huge black spot on his thigh - no knowing what THAT was - and there were holes in his knees too. I hastily looked down at my expensive riding outfit, making sure it didn't suddenly change into a pile of rags. This guy could really use a couple hundred bucks. Or maybe a thousand.
I dismounted and sent my professionally trained horse back to the trailer,then began rooting through my wallet. The man still hadn't noticed me.
Suddenly, his pathetic fire seemed to explode in a fiery ball, spitting flames onto his jeans. He screamed in pain and hopped around, dumping what looked like the inside of a filthy water bottle on his leg. the flames went out, leaving an ugly, open wound on his leg. Now he was hurt and had no fire on this freezing day. I kept rooting through my swollen wallet and pulled out a million dollar bill. I would give him this. It would not be a problem to me; I had 30 of them in my wallet alone. The man began to cry, tears squeezing out of his blue eyes and rolling down his dirt-blackened cheeks. I wanted to cry too. His hair was so dirty that I couldn't even tell what color it was.
"Ahem" I said, and the man looked up. He jumped with a little gasp of fear when he saw my 12 attack dogs circling me, but didn't say anything. Suddenly, his eyes brightened. Then he laughed. Hmm, it was a familiar laugh.
"Hey, noob" he said. I almost died! Fury rushed through me. It was Jacob, my old brother! The one who always called me a noob. He was not to get a single penny from me!I turned heel and stomped away, leaving him to sit in the rubble of his own noobishness.