Dark shades. Reeking, tattered rags. A cup of pencils and a sign: “MAKE MY DAY.” Let them call him “Blind man on Pennsylvania Avenue.” He didn’t care. If push came to shove, he’d shed the shades, let them perish in the fires ignited by his Evil Eye. He’d bring the begging city to its knees.
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