Thursday 20 August 2009

Aftermath of an economic crisis

‘I don’t mind working here alone, although it’s a quiet hour, I guess.’ he sighed 'Still, it is not the easiest way to earn money.’ his legs were aching ‘Can I get you anything?’

Being a capitalist I am sure should work, just letting that money make more money, and ever best if you have so much you can pay others to bother with the process. ‘Son’ he starts, ‘ the best thing in life is being loaded.’ he looks somewhat thoughtful for a moment while the boy eagerly nodding scratched his nose, perhaps hiding a smile from this eternally wise comment.
‘yes, yes’ he thought ‘you fucking bastard’ as the old one continues
‘It’s money that makes the world spin and spin around… Money!’ considering if he should add anything to this wisdom he presses ‘Money!’ again to make sure it has enough weight and again ‘Money-’ deep breath ‘Is the meaning of Life!’

But the boy couldn’t control himself anymore and burst into wild, slightly menacing laughter. ‘Your ass’ he said finally and walked off into the sunset leaving this idiotic boom-town somewhere on the face of this planet. ‘I need to get out of here’ he considered and tempted himself with imagining other places being on other globes. Much nicer ones for both but his flying thoughts have their wings trimmed quickly. A bullet hitting the ground kicks up some dust right at the spot he was about to put his right foot. The gunshot shattered the sunset and now angry birds circle above their heads. ‘Not so fast kid, not so fast!’

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