You've lost now, but not forever. You still have some bills on you, some coins ka-chinging and dancing in your wallet. You are not a failure as long as you have money. You live by money, for money, hell, you can find a way to win by money. Bribing, blackmailing, theft, whatever. It's all a wild contributor to Life, a drug in green paper. An addiction in smelly, shiny metal. It's the one thing you live for, can't live without, but you have to give it away to live. What is it, then? A savior or a sinning machine? A remedier or a killer? You go out and brag and get more, brag and get more, give away, brag some more, get some more, give away to get more and brag. You go out to bars to either gamble, brag and get more, or gamble, lose, cry, and take it back by force. Or you give it away to that one pretty girl you see that doesn't resemble your wife, which makes you happy and makes you feel less guilty. You go out to restaurants instead of making the food you bought with the very money you're wasting in that dining place. You become spoiled as that food you never ate. It's a crime, a gas, a root of all evil, a hit....
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The Dark Side Of The Moon
Non-FictionThis story is based off of the entire studio album of Pink Floyd's "The Dark Side Of The Moon," hence this story's title. This tale does not keep a constant plot, but simply highlights the contemplations sure to reach a human during their life. Each...
