«C» Shift
The cookbook publishing business hasn't been real lucrative lately, so I decided to get a real job. While I could sit around the office and play on the Internet all day, my creditors have this pesky attitude that I should actually PAY my bills. Not only that, but I have a jones to deal with. It's called food. I admit it. I eat every day. Sometimes several times a day.
I need cash.
I tried whoring myself on the street corner. Didn't work. My only prospect was a Moms Mabley look-alike who said something like, «Oooooo baby! I be lovin' some o' that young stuff!» I gave HER money just for calling me 'young'.
Being a printer, I thought maybe I could print up some 10s and 20s, but the U.S. Treasury Department frowns on anyone other than the government printing money. What the hell is wrong with a little competition? That's the American way, right? Those silly boys at Treasury don't look at it as competition. They seem to think it's a crime or something, so they fight tooth and nail to keep it all for themselves.
I'd probably get caught if I counterfeited anyway. I'm not a very good liar. I can see me in a store somewhere, trying to pass a bill I printed that morning…


