As he and his disciples and a large crowd were leaving Jericho, Bartimaeus son of Timaeus, a blind beggar, was sitting by the roadside. So throwing off his cloak, he sprang up and came to Jesus. Immediately he regained his sight and followed him on the way. I wish I didn't. This is a nice street.
Beggars give it a bad rep-make it look slummy.
They've got a home for you blind over in northside. As if it weren't bad enough to see you and smell you. The candidate for Messiah comes by and has to listen to . . . Tell him what we need-we're your friends. We're all in this together . . .