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Drum Bunny
Posted on 2004.10.28 at 18:56
Crap.
I remember when I was young and alone and oh so very alone and I would keep asking the nice naked lady to well.. you know. And it would cost me a fin a go and I would have the sense that for just a while I had someone to talk to about banalities and the weather.
Yes, I realize that the weather is a banal subject. She was a stripper, okay? We weren't going to go into lengthy discussions about poetry, politics and philosophy. Not at five bucks a dance.
But I digress on the point that I have in mind. Money.
Money spent to wash away the loneliness, money spent to help a homeless guy snarf a drink, money money money to wash away my sins, money for niece and nephew gifts so that they would like me if ever I got to meet them.
It's amazing how little happiness money can actually buy and how much this lack of happiness can actually cost a guy.

So yeah; the point.

I traded an hour and a half's pay for the hollow feeling of being taken for granted and last night, under the blood-red moon she pocketed it without a word.

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She shoots, SHE SCORES!!
pisceandreamer at 2004-10-28 17:34 (UTC) (Permanent link)
It's amazing how little happiness money can actually buy and how much this lack of happiness can actually cost a guy.

It is one of the more disturbing paradoxes in life - that which can secure what we genuinely need can in turn cause so much stress.
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