Complicated Scam

The Complicated Scam I met a man in a bar he was a monk dressed as civilian to study the world and he painted me a picture. How wondrous life was behind a wall, a cell each a habit a and a pair of sandals. Regular meals of the healthy kind Monks never got diabetes or heart diseases, and the wine they drank at each meal was home made. We had another drink followed by more it was closing time I rose to leave, and he began crying He had nowhere to go, he said, what about the cloister, no they will not open their doors I drank too much wine and seduced A novice. I suggested he should take a photo prostrate in the front Of our Saviour. He thought that was a good idea, but he had No camera, I gave him mine - he was a monk even a fallen one- I never saw him again, but saw my camera for sale in the window of a second-hand shop