Kamala Harris and Willie Brown share their healthcare stories.

Senator Kamala Harris (D-California) is running for president and she wants you to tell your healthcare story. Together we can make healthcare a right. Here’s my story:

I am not a bum.

I once had healthcare and the love of a beautiful president. Now I only have two things. My friends and my bicycle.

My story? Okay.

It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember those days in Mississippi, but then I found out the horrible truth that I was white after tapping my feet to an easy listening tune instead of the low-down blues.

So I decided to move to St. Louis. Mama told me, ‘Lord loves a workin’ man; don’t trust whitey; see a doctor and get rid of it.’ I got a job pumping gas, but I still didn’t have healthcare.

I invented the Opti-Grab, a combination handle and nose-brace for eyeglasses and that’s when a crazed sniper tried to kill me so I joined a traveling carnival where I discovered my true gender thanks to a two-spirit stunt rider.

But I still didn’t have healthcare until the Opti-Grab really took off and Obamacare became law.

Suddenly I was suddenly a member of the 1% and could afford the Platinum Plan.

But I forgot my mama’s advice and voted for whitey.

Now I’m just a white jerk again in Temecula without healthcare.

Please save me, Kamala.

Sincerely,

Navin Johnson, Temecula, CA