So you want a million dollars?

Well, lemme tell you how it goes. First they haul you up in front of the cameras and you smile; then they hand over this enormous foam board check. It’s fake, though. The real money comes direct deposit with the taxes already taken off the top.

Then, suddenly, everyone you’ve ever met becomes your best friend. They fall all over themselves reminding you how nice they’ve always been to you, even if they haven’t. And the phone never stops ringing: charities, mostly, and they always seem incensed that you won’t give it all away.

I’ve taken to carrying a gun.

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Title by: Doraquel
Story by: David

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