The Sancho

	The story of Sancho started of when he came to America to fight off the Canadians.  For that was when he left his homeland of Portugal.  All that’s left to this story must come from Sancho himself.  

	What if the sky didn’t have the cloud?  What if the tree didn’t have the water?  That would be like the Sancho without love.  For I am the Sancho!  May I wisp away the ladies of the world with my cunning attributes and stunning physical features?  I think yes.  When I came to America I thought I’d help the Canadians mad anger by singing to them with my lovely whisper in the wind.  Ah, Yes! That is how I was to save the Americas, but to my surprise the foreigners didn’t wish to challenge the Sancho. They said they didn’t want to humiliate the Sancho, but no no there is no laughter to scare away the Sancho.  Eh, I left anyway.  I decided I must travel back to Portugal with my golden stallion Mahonesa and my old guitar.  Well I only made it as far as Iowa.  That was where the Sancho’s story really began. 
  
	 When Sancho came through the Midwest He was pretty out of it.  He would say he was taken aback by the goddess of wine, but I would call him flat out wasted.  You see, after Sancho’s attempt to help fight a nonexistent threat he lost himself to the beliefs of nature, the spirit of the wolf, and weird poetic songs.  So Sancho started his new life in the Midwest.

	The day is a warm day in America.  We don’t really know where Sancho is because he doesn’t know himself.  Now we hear dialogue exchanged between him and a random girl in the street. 

	 “I, I know you!” says Sancho.  

	The lady looks weird at him then says, “You do?”  

	“I know you, but I’m trying to remember.  You see your beauty takes me away, like a star to the sky, like a snowflake falling.  Ah yes!  Now I remember you!  You are my soon to be lover!” Said Sancho. 
	“Umm no I don’t think I know you!” said the anonymous lady. 

	 “Ah, you say that now, but you see I am the Sancho!”

	“Well I have a boyfriend.  Look he’s getting a coffee right now!” says the lady annoyingly.

	“Oh, the Sancho sees.  Let me look at him.  No, No, NO!  He is not the Sancho.  Do you know why?  Because I am the Sancho!”

	“Umm… Okay.” Says the girl as she runs off.

	“Unfortunate lady won’t let the Sancho’s spirit guide her love towards the Sancho.  No, no, no.  One day the ladies of the world will see the Sancho!

	When Sancho realized he couldn’t get any girl in America, he decided to find another class of woman.
Sancho is now outside of the hottest dance club in town.  He goes up to the guard without fear and says, “Let me in for I am the Sancho!”  

	The guard didn’t let him in and commanded that he leave. Sancho then decided to leave in his 1985 Chevrolet Celebrity he calls Mehonesa for some reason.  As a person who once knew Sancho I would say that he was just flat out retarded but who really knows?  I mean the guy walks around and refers to himself in third person!  Then he walks up to complete strangers and hits on them! Another thing is all his corny pickup lines and that poetic tone he always has! Its like he has no life of his own but he constantly imagines himself as some Middle Eastern love god!  I mean come on! Did you actually believe this guy was actually whom he made himself out to be? I would hope not!  Well anyway Sancho entered his Celebrity and drove to the downtown strip to find “adventure”.

	“Ah, there is nothing more satisfactory then riding your valiant steed downtown well getting your hair sailed in the brisk air by the god of the wind.  Ah, yes you wonder why I wasn’t allowed in that facility?  Well the man didn’t realize the importance of the Sancho!  For it is he that is suffering my loss now!  There are other people that call out to the Sancho and they will be answered in a gentle whisper.”

	Sancho then traveled to a local “place for the suave”.  It was Chippendales.  Yep Sancho was a male dancer.  He didn’t really know it, but he was employed as one without him even realizing it.  Yep they sure screwed Sancho over.  They not only didn’t pay him but they also made him dress in tight pants and a cut-off white collared shirt.  Yes he sure put on a show.  But who wants to hear about Sancho’s nightlife?

	When Sancho got home he got into bed in his silk pajamas and started reading one of his many novels. “I wonder what adventure Nancy Drew will go on this time?” he pondered.  Then he started to read. Then he slept like a tamed wilder beast. He then continued another day by riding into the sun with his golden stallion Mahonesa as the legend, The suave, The Sancho.