Join Me at the Bottom of the World
Here's an excerpt from Market Adjustment and Other Tales of Avarice:
New York—October 28, 1929
“A hotdog, mister?”
“Got any money?”
Myron Barnes patted his tattered overcoat, knowing he didn’t have any money. He caught the vendor’s eye and tossed his hands out to the side. “I ain’t had no money for days. Thought I might find somethin.” Myron turned away. “I understand. You got a business you’re tryin to run.”
“Hold up now. I think I can spare one.”
Myron turned back around to face him. Their eyes sta
New York—October 28, 1929
“A hotdog, mister?”
“Got any money?”
Myron Barnes patted his tattered overcoat, knowing he didn’t have any money. He caught the vendor’s eye and tossed his hands out to the side. “I ain’t had no money for days. Thought I might find somethin.” Myron turned away. “I understand. You got a business you’re tryin to run.”
“Hold up now. I think I can spare one.”
Myron turned back around to face him. Their eyes sta
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