The bank I go to is in an old church building, with high cathedral ceilings and stained glass windows, and I can’t help but think that the bank owners maintained the old church look on purpose, to ensure that we know that the dollar is meant to be worshipped like the body of Christ. I […]
I really – really! – Need some Money. I know that. But I also know that You need to spend Money to make Money. That, or get a Job. But fuck That. So I take my last Twenty dollars And I buy a Lottery Ticket. I lose.
This is it! This is it! This is it! “This is… “shit.” Ok. Just get the Next one. Get the Next one, Get the… “Fuck.” Ok. One more, That’s it. Just one more, That’s… “Damn.” Ok. Last one, Right here…