Author: Pete Vere

Juan, St Peter, and the Border Patrol Agent

There was a rich border patrol agent, who was clothed in UnderArmour and Nike and who feasted at Montanas with other members of his detachment at least three meals a week. And in the desert behind his Arizona ranch lay a poor man named Juan, dehydrated and sunburnt, who desired to be satiated by a jug of water left under a cactus by a local humanitarian group. However the rich border patrol agent made it...