Bigcorp paid Fred to drink a cup of Soul Poison each day. Somebody had to, and the boss said she had already “paid her dues.” Besides, Fred’s job description clearly stated, ‘Other responsibilities as assigned.’
Fred hated the Soul Poison, but he needed to pay the bills while he worked on his passion: a flawless bust of Ronald Reagan made from cheese. He dreamed about selling Cheese Ronnies and quitting Bigcorp one day.
Fred sipped the Soul Poison by day and worked on Ronnie at night. He was happy only at night.
Soon enough, the poison worked.
Universe 1. Passion 0.
Yeah this hit me right in the dreams. You’re a terrible, wonderful person for writing this.
Thanks for your terrible, wonderful words. Sorry for late reply. I’m bad.
Wow. That hit me where I live. “Caught between the longing for love and the struggle for ghe legal tender. “. Good story.
Great song! Sorry for late reply. I’m bad.
Lotsa good humor here, Mickey. I can clearly see a line of Cheese Ronnies on every grocery store shelf!
Ha! Tastes great, less filling.